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// the jungle-day 1 
// Story: The Huntman 
// by adaptroug 
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I looked up and herd a buzzing sound.

"Get down and don't move," I said to the filly taking off my camo jacket and placing it over her then lying on the ground.

"Darn it you lost him."

"Me it was your slow flying that lost him."

"Well I'm not the one that is going to tell the queen."

"Ok, ok, they got eaten by a manticore." 

They continued there argument as they flew back to the cavern.

"How did you know they were coming Mister," The filly said still fear dripping from her voice.

"You learn a thing or two when you do what I do," I replied putting my jacket back on.

I went back to my tree and sat back down, "So, who are you."

"I'm Applebloom," she said, "So what's your name."

"My name," I said "Charles, but my friends call me CD."

"Ok Charles," Applebloom started, "And what are you and that thing on your back."

"What I am," I said thinking through the list, "Human, Fifteen years of age, Hunter and, an armature survivalist. While this little toy here," I stated slinging the rifle to where she could see it, "Is a hunters best friend. Six millimeters of red hot, super sonic lead thrower or, the ultimate self defense tool besides these two smaller ones on my belt."

I could tell she was having a little bit of difficulty deciphering what I had said.

"Just call it protection."

"Oh, okay." 

"We best keep moving," I said standing slinging the rifle back across my back, "Do you know the way to a path?"

"I think..." she started and looked around for some way to get directions, "I don't sorry."

I looked around for at least a path that I could distinguish and saw a small clearing.

"Follow me," I said fighting my way through the dense jungle floor only for my clearing to be a small river.

"My hunch was wrong but, my luck keeps getting better," I said Looking down the clear river.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Applebloom asked worried about something.

I saw a Large white wolf walk out of the brush to the other side of the river and take a drink.

"Stay still," I said drawing my glock if the wolf decided to make us it's next meal, "They are more afraid of you then you are of them."

The wolf looked up and saw us and simply turned around and walked back into the wooded area.

Applebloom was shaking even when the wolf left.

"Magnificent, wasn't it," I said to the still shaking Applebloom while holstering my glock, "In some folklore they say the wolf is the sign of a warrior being awakened. Yet it was strange how it didn't even growl at us."

"How did you know that it wouldn't attack us?" Applebloom asked after she stopped shaking.

"I didn't," I answered, "We just got lucky, Something even my great granddad warned me not to stress to much" I continued lying down on the bank, "He was always kind and looking for a way to help someone. He was the one to give me this," I said taking out my .45 cal. revolver and looking at my reflection in the silver barrel.

Applebloom sat down and listened to my story even looking at the pistol with great interest.

"He got this during the second world war," I paused remembering another part of his story my eyes widening as I remembered more of what he told me, "More like returned with it. From a different world. We all called him crazy, even he thought he was crazy whenever he told that story."

I looked up and saw we only had a few hours of daylight left.

"I'll continue the story tomorrow right now it's best we get some sleep," I said taking my jacket off and putting it over Applebloom like a blanket, "Rest now," I said waiting until she was asleep before falling into slumber myself.