Close Call (Open)

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[atrb=background,http://img546.imageshack.us/img546/9446/uvydiamidcopy.jpg,true] Five feet in the air. That's exactly how far from the filthy sludge she wanted to be. The disgusting state of the "water" smelled quite foul and the ebony wolf that hovered above the ground curled her nose in disdain. She loved that she was a Sat'Dare; the ability to hover above the ground without the use of wings came to be a saving grace at times. A filthy bubble popped beneath her and it was only her quick reflexes that saved her from getting the soft black fur of her belly splattered. With a snort the tiny wolf floated forward towards a thick bush where a tantalizing scent tickled her tiny black nose. The only sweet scent in the entire swamp was hard to resist as she slowly floated to the bush but what she wasn't expecting was a large hawk to explode from the bush; claws and lethally sharp beak bared for the kill. Scared out of her wits the tiny wolf's blue markings exploded with light, temporarily blinding the bird as she herself scurried away. Being a Skychaser she was quite quick on her feet and before the bird could recover itself the ebony wolf was already far away, whimpering in a dead tree. She wasn't tired she was just scared out of her wits; she breathed deeply in as she tried to calm herself down. Slowly but surely, her markings started to dim and her body stopped trembling as she grew under control once more. She exhaled slowly once more before laying down on the tree limb, tail fanning the air as she gazed at the acrid water. She hoped that the bird had fallen in and drowned... "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Anyone! Notes: Poor Dia... Muse: 5/10 Words: 282