Meanwhile, in the dark lands deep and far into the great beyond. Blackclaw was making his way through a large brier patch,large twisting vines with sharp pointed thorns, seemingly rotting in most places while still showing the slightest hint of green life in others. The large thorns were long and pointed, blood red at their tips and even painful to look at. Blackclaw was on a clear path surrounded by these terrible brambles and was making his way towards the very heart of the brier patch.
He was on his way there first to meet up with a distant cousin who lived there pretty much on his own. A fellow raptor this cousin was, but very strange and very different from most others.
Blackclaw soon came into a nasty part of the patch that was thick with the brambles and almost impossible to get through, the thorns closed in on him and were even starting to prick and scratch at his sides.
Blackclaw winced and grimmaced in the pain and agony of his trek
' How can any idiot live in this treacherous trash?' he thought to himself. And the very moment he thought this he stumbled into an opening and bumped right into his cousin
"Argh! Cant you pick any better place to live you idiot!" exclaimed Blackclaw as he rolled about trying to get the nasty thorns out of his body, often shooting a glare up at the other raptor
this raptor in appearance was almost too comical to comprehend for those who did not see him on a daily basis. His body scarred and scratched and even bruised here and there, one of his fore claws was rendered disabled and dead, sticking out like a rotted twig from a dead tree. His legs were bandaged with large banana leaves and his left eye was patched over by another leaf which was tied snuggly about his head with a lose string like vine
"My name is Torgo" He said finally "I take care of the place while the master is away."
"I know who you are you idiot!" Snarled Blackclaw as he finally stumbled to his feet while still scratching at his sores from the thorns.
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Denton stood at the water's edge watching as Syrius swam about, the large adult seemed to move without so much an effot through the water. Denton was very curious and fascinated about the large swimmer and his kind
Soon Syrius's head emerged and he smiled over at Denton
"My, arent you the most curious little thing?"
"I'm sorry" said Denton
"Oh, dont be." Smiled Syrius "Is there anything you'd like to know?"
"How do you do that?" asked Denton, refering to Syrius's swimming techneaqes
"Oh, it comes natural. I'm a swimmer. Just like your friend Ducky."
