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The fox beast darted forward, growling as it tried to intercept the crow, but the bird was faster, swooping down with a powerful beat of its wings that sent the fox sprawling back onto a lower branch.
Fowad gritted his teeth, realizing that this fight would require a different approach.
The crow had the advantage of flight and reach, its wings creating gusts of wind that disrupted his and the foxy's movements.
He took a deep breath, his mind racing as he assessed the dark crow's attacks, searching for a weakness.
The dark crow relied on fast, swooping strikes, leaving its underside exposed for a brief moment during each dive.
If he could time his strike perfectly, he might be able to injure it.
Signaling to the foxy, Fowad waited, his body tense as he braced for the dark crow's next attack.
The bird circled above, watching him with calculating eyes before diving down,
its talons aimed straight for his head.
At the last second, Fowad threw himself to the side, twisting his body as he drove his knife toward the dark crow's exposed side.
The blade grazed the crow's flank, drawing a thin line of blood, and the bird let out an enraged screech, flapping its wings wildly as it regained its balance.
Fowad barely had time to catch his breath before the dark crow lunged again, faster and more aggressive, its talons flashing as it aimed for his chest.
This time, the foxy jump forward, biting at the dark crow's leg and throwing it off balance.
The dark crow screeched, its wings flailing as it tried to shake the foxy off, but Fowad seized the opportunity, lunging forward and slashing at its wing.
The dark crow let out a strangled cry, its movements growing erratic as blood dripped from its injured wing.
It backed away, retreating to a higher branch, its chest heaving as it glared down at Fowad with a mixture of rage and pain.
But Fowad knew he couldn't let up now. The dark crow was weakened, but it was still dangerous.
With a quick glance at the foxy, Fowad prepared for a final assault, his body coiled like a spring, his mind focused.
The dark crow lunged again, its beak aimed at his face, but Fowad sidestepped, bringing his knife up in a swift, powerful motion.
The blade struck true, slicing through the dark crow's wing and drawing a deep wound.
The bird shrieked, its body convulsing as it stumbled backward, its strength waning.
Seizing the moment, Fowad delivered one last strike, driving his knife into the dark crow's chest.
The bird let out a final, anguished cry, its body slumping as its spirit faded, leaving Fowad panting, his muscles aching from the effort.
He took a shaky breath, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glanced at the foxy, who was panting but uninjured, its eyes bright with pride.
They had done it they had defeated the dark crow beast, and the nest was now theirs.
Fowad was very exhausted, he will rest for the day, and he don't have to hunt.
He will eat the dark crow beast meat.
The stated to cut the crow meat.
Suddenly a palm size ball fell from the dark crow chest.
Fowad Benit don't know what's the ball is and how It came from the beast heart. Seeing the bal fox beast runs and wanted it.
Fowad without knowing about about the ball don't want to give it to the fox beast. It could be harmful.Let's hold it in beast space for now.
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After catching his breath, Fowad climbed up to the crow's nest, eager to explore his hard-won shelter.
The nest was massive, crafted from thick branches woven together with incredible strength.
It was a well-built structure, high above the ground and hidden among the leaves, providing a perfect vantage point and a secure place to rest.
As he settled into the nest, he noticed something nestled in the center a small, speckled egg, faintly warm to the touch.
His heart skipped a beat; this was a beast egg, one that held the potential to hatch into a valuable ally.
Carefully, he cradled the egg in his hands, feeling the faint pulse of life within.
A drop of blood from Fowad hand fell on the egg. The egg absorbed the blood. Fowad hands were cut from the battle.
After one drop the egg absorbed a lot of blood from Fowad Benit through the cut.
Fowad is unaware of that. He didn't fell anything.
Benit family blood is special. Fowad was born with the most powerful bloodline of his family. It's a mystery that will reveal later in the story.
He couldn't tell type kind of beast it might hatch into, but the thought filled him with excitement and anticipation.
Fowad think it might be dark crow beast egg. Dark crow was very strong. I will make this egg my new beast.
Beside the egg, Fowad discovered several items scattered among the twigs and leaves small, metallic tools and trinkets that the crow had likely collected over time.
He examined each item carefully, finding a short dagger with a sturdy blade, a few rusty coins, a leather pouch, and a vial filled with a mysterious powder.
The dagger was well-balanced and finely crafted, its blade still sharp despite its age.
"Fowad also finds a shiny bag."
He check's the bag. Inside he found lot of book and some gold coin. He thinks it might be some Nobel bag which the dark crow stole.
Back to the small dagger, It would make a useful weapon, much sturdier than the bone knife he'd been using.
The leather pouch could hold small items, and the powder in the vial might have some use perhaps as a healing remedy, or as bait for hunting.
He arranged his new possessions within the nest, feeling a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
This nest, high above the forest floor, would serve as his new home, a place where he could rest, plan, and continue his training in safety.
It was a significant upgrade from the branches he had been sleeping on, and the egg added a new layer of excitement to his journey.
As the sun set, casting a warm, orange glow across the forest, Fowad leaned back, gazing out over the vast expanse of trees.
The fox beast curled up beside him, its eyes half-closed, a quiet contentment radiating from its small body.
Fowad felt their bond deepen, a silent promise that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.
His thoughts drifted to his father, the promise he had made, and the strength he had gained through each hard-fought battle.
The dark crow beast had been a formidable opponent, but he had emerged victorious, his confidence bolstered, his resolve stronger than ever.
With the egg safely nestled beside him and the dagger resting at his side, Fowad felt a surge of hope, a sense of purpose that filled his heart with a quiet, unwavering determination.
Tomorrow, he would train harder, push himself further. This forest held many secrets, many challenges, but he was ready.
He was a tamer, a fighter, and with each passing day, he was getting better with the Taming Circle technique.
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