Hi, Audience! Welcome back to my 365/365 Challenge!!!

Happy Milestone! Day 20!! Do you guys count 20 as a milestone? I sure do! Wow! Twenty whole days into Ryker and Leighton’s journey! It’s amazing how much has happened! If you haven’t read the awesome 19 days that preceded this, you can do so by heading over to the 365/365 Directory Page found –here– so that you can catch up!

Prepare to have the urge to rip your eyes our, fellow OCD readers, for the amount of typos you will encounter in this passage is going to BLOW YOUR MIND! At some point here soon, I may decide to go in and edit it properly, but for now I’m just going to let it ride =3

To twenty more pages! *raises glass* I now present to you Page 20 of my 365 page book.


Leighton’s biggest dread was coming to pass: impending fatigue.

She felt it in her bunched leg muscles every time her claws dug into the moist earth, and in her lungs whenever she had to suck in air. Her breath escaped her nostrils in weary grunts with each step she took, and she could clearly sense the difference in her running speed.

She wouldn’t last much longer.

Ryker patted her fur. “Lei, you have to slow down.”

She grunted her rejection. They didn’t have time to waste, if she didn’t keep moving…

“Lei, seriously. If you wear yourself out now, we’ll have no way to escape. Slow down for a second.”

Leighton begrudgingly obeyed, slowing to a slow trot.

Ryker hopped off of her back. “Go Change back. We made it through the water, so we should be able slow down for at least a little while.” Ryker dug into his bag and pulled out the shirt that Leighton was wearing earlier. It was soaking wet from the swim, but it would have to do. He held it out to Leighton and she took it in her jaws, bounding for cover afterwards.

Ryker stared out at the darkness, listening for anything or anyone that might be coming for them. He knew it was all for naught, having heard how silently Leighton had moved in the shadows. He just wanted to feel useful.

Leighton emerged from the brush tying the shirt sleeves around her waist. The shirt was soaked and gave her chills where it laid against her warm skin, but she ignored it. “All right. So, now what?” she asked. She had no idea what Ryker was thinking, but the exertion singing through her muscles made her want to believe in Ryker’s cause.

Ryker shrugged. “Now we just take it slow.”

The beginnings of anger warmed Leighton’s cheeks. “Do you think this is a game, Ryker? We cannot just take it slow! If they catch up to us, we’re dead!”

Ryker nodded. “I know,” he replied, keeping his voice calm. “But you were wearing yourself down. They would have no problem catching up to us if you wiped out somewhere nearby. We need to pace ourselves.”

Leighton fought passed the initial urge to scream. However much she wanted to keep moving, Ryker was right. She inhaled, and much to her relief, she no longer found the Ryodan’s scent tainting the air. She nodded. “Okay. We take it slow.”

Ryker smiled wearily. “Great.”


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