Hey, it's RFZT.
Some of you may have read that I was planning to write a fanfiction trilogy about Rinkus and Sierra. I also said it would be awhile, as I am working on other fanfictions at the moment. Well...looks like I lied.
As you could probably guess, this trilogy is centered around Rinkus and Sierra getting revenge on the Great Valley. Like almost every other Rinkus and Sierra fanfiction out there. So I hope greatly that my trilogy will not be too similar to any of the other Rinkus and Sierra fanfictions.
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Something was after Sierra. Again.
Sierra felt no alarm when the bush started rustling. He nonchalantly spread his wings and lit right as a fastbiter burst out of the bush.
He wasn't even miffed that the fastbiter abruptly ended his search for creatures that lived under the snow. This had happened so many times, he got used to it long ago.
Still, he knew how high fastbiters could jump. He ascended gradually as the small sharptooth pursued him. Having accelerated enough to get an extra boost, the fastbiter leapt, jaws clamping. It missed Sierra's leg by inches. Sierra smirked and mockingly flapped higher.
The fastbiter wasn't discouraged. The instant it hit ground, it took off again, screeching as it chased Sierra further.
Sierra flew to a cavern, one with many haphazard towers of stone inside it. Jutting up everywhere, the width between one tower to another varied. Sierra entered the cavern, beginning to maneuver his way around the towers. Despite how narrow some of the spaces were, he glided, tipped, and soared his way through. He was a tall, lean cearadactylus, solidly colored brown. His more petit size enabled him to pass through tight spaces.
The fastbiter was still after him. Pounding forth in the snow, it jumped again, this time latching on to the base of a stone tower. It bounced off, soaring to another, farther away tower. It continued doing this, steadily rising higher and higher until it was almost level with its prey.
What Sierra was about to do was getting old. The end of the cavern was nearing. Just one obstacle to go: two stone towers that were close enough to be conjoined. Hardly a space opened between them; there was only a gap puncturing the middle.
Sierra slowed. He timed his next move, waiting for the snarls of the fastbiter to come perilously close.
Right as he nearly felt the fastbiter's breath on his back, he zoomed forward, wheeling on his side and furling his wings. He shot through the tower's gap, barely missing the fastbiter's second bite.
The fastbiter rammed its head through the gap, lunged, and...didn't get farther. Its shoulder were too widely set apart to pass through. Snapping its jaws in frustration, it squirmed, trying to dislodge itself. It placed its feet on the towers and pushed. With a sliding noise, it popped out backwards, then fell hard on its back in the snow.
Sierra chuckled as he heard the snow crunch. Despite him pulling that stunt so many times, it was still kind of funny.
He spread his wings fully, enjoying the relieving stretch. A few seconds later, he crashed into another flyer.
They both cried out, getting smacked backwards. Sierra caught his balance first. He hovered upright, flapping as he looked scornfully down on the other flyer, who was clumsily righting himself.
"Watch where you're going!" Sierra told Rinkus.
Rinkus managed to assume a normal flying position. "I wanted to know if you caught any food," he said.
"What does it look like?" Sierra yelled. "I hardly had any time to look! If it weren't for those stinking sharpteeth we'd be fed a long time ago." He scowled into the distance.
About a foot below Sierra, Rinkus hovered as well, his wings beating heavily. "I found a way to crack the ice," he said.
Sierra looked down on him. "What?"
"It's very simple."
"Then show me!" Sierra glided away without warning. Rinkus followed, flapping noticeably harder to keep up.
An icy wind kicked up, chilling them both to the bone. Sleet began to shower down from the sky, freezing their scales further, adding to the misery. Sierra could hear Rinkus behind him, blubbering.
Sierra shuddered himself. Cold season in the Mysterious Beyond was torture. He wouldn't have to put up with this, not if he'd never dealt with those brats...
