Moonspear Crazy youngsters

To him, the bug was his entire point of focus, it was all that mattered. It brought him fun and joy, to chase a rather irritating and smart bug like that, simply because he could forget about everything else. He was just about to lunch the most ultimate attack of attacks the world has ever known when the bushes began to wag and wiggle. He didn't pay attention to it at first, after all, it wasn't as if a bear could hide in such denze, small vegetation.

However, when a red fox-faced female popped up, followed by her greyish sentinel, his heart skipped a beat. He.had.just.launched.his.attack. The bug, it had unfortunately for him – or the bug – landed in his mouth. The warning came out seconds too late, he was already bug-a-boo'ed. ”O-oh.” Was all he could say, startled and shocked. Horcrux gulped slowly, letting the bug slide down his throat. 

Taken by the moment, Horcrux felt as if his entire world came crashing down and burning. He did, however, feel a strange taste in his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, barely able to talk, he added hesitantly. ”I'm S-s-s-stinky breath. I-I think it did.” His face suddenly grizzled with disgust and he felt like he could vomit every second from now. ”Who are you guys?” He wanted to ask but felt his stumach twirl instead.