Romans & histoires Warriors Feathertail

Arrows soared at it, but they just bounced off the armored skin of the great beast. Termâs could now see that it was greenish in color with red undertones. Its eyes were black as it stared at the victims below. Its black wings stretched between its front and rear legs as it stood over the mounds of slain men. It used its huge long mouth to grab more victims and rip them apart. Its long narrow snout was filled with long razor-sharp teeth. Somehow, Termâs knew it was not Clathcak, but whatever its name, it was horrible. It was covered in fiery red and orange feathers up its back with a larger plume on its head. The outer portions of its wings were drawn back and stood up next to its front legs

"There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?" ‌ Andrei, his competitive spirit ignited, nodded with a grin. "Fluffy-tailed Guardians, you say? Let's show them the might of the pack!" ‌ As they ventured deeper into the thicket, they encountered an army of squirrels. The tiny creatures chattered angrily and hurled acorns at them, which resulted in a flurry of dodges and exaggerated leaps. Lucas, in his usual cheeky fashion, shouted, "The Guardians are fierce, but we are fiercer!"

She was acting like a rat that ran around and angrily jumping and hissing, trying to protect herself from the sudden intruders, not just herself but also her territory. “Everyone, back down!” the man in the torch yelled to his fellow warrior who was ready to advance. When some of the warriors saw her, immediately, stopped and began fervently thinking, mostly running like cowardly chickens. Running their way out with balls curled up. She then tilted her head upon seeing their reactions. She was afraid, yet she was wondering why this weird creature looked more terrified than her. They look weird in her sight for the reason that they don't crawl or lick themselves. Even the smell of them is giv