|-This is Story/Writing practice tell me what you think!-|

“ All things must come to the end of the line son, even if it costs your life..”

-Flame Woke up in a dark mysterious room, Not knowing where he was or what was the time. he tried to stand up and to speak but his knee and hip was broken and fell onto the ground hard. His ribs got broken because of that fall and threw up blood, Flame wondered why he couldn’t heal his rips or his hip fast like he could or he couldn’t remember any thing from the past hour or so… he looked at his hands and realized something he was stuck in his wolf form. But even in his wolf form useably he could heal faster then normal.. he trotted up to the door of the room and when on his hind legs and looked out the door. He could really see anything but he could smell. He smelled food, salt and smoke. He decided that he was in a prison that some how broke his magical abilities and put a seal on him..

|-Thats all I got for now thank you for reading!-|

This pfp speaks to me… also here.