Iktome Plains Inop tuKua tikillugu

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Fur filled his mouth as his mouth latched onto flesh, making him gag. Though his body was more or less operating without any input from his conscious, he still couldn’t stand the thought of having the body of another wolf in his mouth. A memory flashed through his mind, the image of the pale child as he was slain by the beast. Trembling, Bramble bit down harder, terrified of the beast and Death, whose faces had morphed into one. They controlled a single body, the one that had hovered over him and whose teeth had tried to bring him harm. There was no escaping, and he seemed to realize this, but that didn’t make him struggled any less. The boy did not move from his place but instead remained there, jaws gripping the older boy, locked into place by his fear.

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