The PetDate: 7/24/11
Right, so I'm going to tell you about my pet plant. The first thing you should know is I'm not a scientist or a botanist, or even a florist or amateur gardner. So I really don't know anything about this and I'm probably not doing this whole write-up thing correctly. All the same I've been taking notes on this thing and I'm going to type them all up and save them as a document which I will update as I learn more.
Ok, this isn't about me, but I guess in case this ever ends up famous or something I should put my name is Jacob Maurus, I go by Jake. I'm 18 years old and currently renting a house on the outskirts of the town where I'm starting college in the fall. (Should I give the town name? It seems the sort of thing that would be like, blocked out by the FBI so should I bother to write it?)
Anyway, that doesn't matter. That's not the point. The point a few months back I discovered a creature in old greenhouse behind the place I'm renting. Well I don't know if creature is th
April FoolsThe ointment tingled against his skin, and the scent was so intense it almost burned. Riku made a face, but made no move to wipe the stuff off. The ointment was a balm usually used on sore muscles, but today it served a different purpose, smeared directly under Riku's nose it insured that the naga couldn't smell anything except the searingly minty ointment.
"Is this really necessary, Terra?" asked Riku. He trusted his mentor, of course, but how was he supposed to hunt without his sense of smell?
"Naga rely on scent and sight to hunt," said Terra, "and any naga can do that. If you want to be a member of the Master hunters you have to be able to hunt without those senses. A true hunter can find prey just listening. Now turn around." The older naga pulled out a black blindfold.
Once Riku's blindfold was securely in place, Terra sent him off into woods. His instructions were simple. Catch and consume prey then come back to the village before Terra rang the tower's be