The instant Maxwell and Nigel lay eyes on one another, they both hissed. Adversaries from days gone by, it should have been no surprise to either of them that they were again facing off yet again. All the same, it was a shock. To them both.
“What are you doing here!” Exclaimed Maxwell, always the first to speak.
“Same reason as you, Max. Well, for the opposite reason, to be exact.” Responded Nigel drily.
“Well, well, well…” Said Maxwell who could feel the blood rushing to his face. Thank you, Dark One for this fur! He thought. Nobody can see me blush under all this hair. “I know you think you’re quite the brammer with your svelte black coat, but the last time I saw you, all your fur had burnt off.”
Maxwell Maxington.
Nigel, the black angel.
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Categories: animals, Challenges, pets, Prose, Russell Smith
