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Hi, I'm [[lonecreature|Lone Creature]] and this is my [[lonecreature's promise|promise]] to you, and here's my [[word]]. Visit my cheeky [[menu]] if you're short on time. [[tweet|{{:twitter_newbird_blue.png?nolink&|}}]] The current theme is 'Animal fiction, present tense, and first person'.

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When I leave my den it's important to check the nearby ground, under matted leaves, up the trees and in the bushes to ensure nothing dangerous lurks by. I [[sniff]] the air to check for moisture, for distinctive odours and for smoke or anything new. There is a familiar scent but I ignore it. I sniff again. The way is clear. My appearance will start some [[tales wagging:start]] because I'd been hibernating (I know, odd behaviour for a wolf) but I continue out of my warm habitat. I snarl grumpily because let's face it, I'm getting old. I stride silently for a few seconds listening to a wolf in the distance [[howling:start]].

Some minutes later I lift my head slightly. There is a nuance of a smell. I recognize it. 'Humph, [[wort beavers:start]], I mutter to myself. I then roll my eyes. 'It's a holiday! Even I want to relax today.'

I continue to walk stealthily, ever mindful of predators. Even as a wolf I have enemies. I have some old injuries that bother me still but over the years I have learnt how to hunt wisely and care for those who live within my borders. I am close to my destination. The [[story nest:start]] is just up ahead in The Caven. I decide to go to the [[trading den:start]] in the afternoon to check on how business is going. I flick my tail to get any flies away from my butt. The Caven is now just over the [[goat trail:start]]. My track, which is barely discernable to humans, enters a region where the trees are tall and undergrowth is thick but I remain vigilant. The breeze is cool and I look forward to sunning myself on a warmed rock later in the afternoon.
I am startled by a sudden and loud noise. Out of the trees a sudden noise scares off birds[[tweet|{{:twitter_newbird_blue.png?nolink&|}}]] and small lizards.\\
Art monkeys with their glinting [[eyes on me:start]]like to throw nuts from the trees and swing off laughing. I pass through the forest and enter The Caven, a rocky region with streams, leafy plants and small crevices. Some nooks were already in use by text enthusiasts. I head for the main cave to find some books to read. I hope you find something you'll enjoy reading here too!

Gimme Paw,
Lone Creature

 --- //[[melissa@lonecreature.com.au|Melissa]] 2011/09/09 17:29//

//'A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?
    - Brian Aldiss'//

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