The Fox, The Rat and The Metal Beast
My First attempt at a story, this is an prologue. yeha i know it sucks, go easy on me. i know its shit, theres lotsa spelling errors and its just a draft mostly.
The evening sunlight Shown through the tree top as the smell of a wilderness of pine trees in their prime filled the air late summer air. The constant buzzing of Mesquetos and singing of birds added to the natural calm of the land. Clam Enough so as no one would bear any notice to the shape laying low in the brush.
Laying low, anxiously peering out from the underbrush of the wood, impetiously, was a hunger ladin fox His Fur, typical rust orange and white concealed by the bushes and broken branches of the wood floor. twigs poked his underside, but he paid no heed. The vulpes panted in the summer heat, taking precaution the sound of his breathing would not be heard by the tiny ears of the mole out for a strole, he was intently eyeing. Paitently he, waited, stalked, his stomach urging him forward but his better judgement holding him back. He was not the fastest fox on the block, and he knew that. "Come on, just a little closer..." , he though to himself, but it was to late. Propelled by instinct over his knowing better, he lunged forawrd hoping to catch the plump rodent before he could react. Unfortantly, the rat had time to, did react, dashing off at the first hint of movment, and scurried off through the leave, annoyed at the incovience, and swearing under his breath ,but keen to his nature he took off after the speeding rodent without a second thought.
Hunger propelling the vulpes, he darted after the un-usually quick creature. In moment, as slow as he was he was right on top of the qiuck rodent. Phasing out everything else in the world that was not his meal to be, he had ingored, or just failed to notice his coming to a clearing in the underbrush, the twigs and leaves becoming consistant green grass, and the grass becoming a gritty black surface, hot, heated by the afternoon sun. and as the sun beat down on his fur, no longer partitaly blocked out by the foliage, the Fox had won.
The quick rodent, was not yet quick enough and fell benieth the vulpines omnious paws. Smiling in victory, The canine bore down his teeth on the rat picking him up and giving the helpless animal a good shake, breaking its neck.
After years of hard life of surival, at this point the fox knew, it matterd to enjoy the little things, and he did, and happily relishing his victory, he began to trot back into the dense brush carrying lunch, with his head held high. Then faster than the proud vulpes could react, there came a defening Noise, and down the hot black grit Bore down on him a hulking metalic beast, moving quickly. So quickly infact, the fox had not time to react , before he could even turn his head to hear the loud sound, the best was on top of him, as he had been the rat. His Brain Shouted "Move!!!" but it was too late. For the brifest of moments, The vulpes Felt what could only be describle as a pain beyond description, his bones crushing under the immense weight of the beast, his organs bursting, and then...nothing... and the eternal darkness envelpoed him...