Phoenix Maplewood i could write novels with the words i could never say to you

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She surveyed him and rightly so. His smelted gaze trained on the girl’s, clocking her ocular ambulations down to the last flicker, following smoothly even as her eyes darted and she looked away. There was a moment of silence following her passive rebuff and Komodo seized the moment to take a cocksure step forward. “aye,” he acquiesced, and if Adeline would turn back to face him, she would see a grimace of a man caught in his embellishment. He, too, had passed over the same flock in search of more effortless fare. The brute exhaled deeply and decided he was close enough, so he tucked his haunches against the earth and tipped his ears forward to better hear the yearling girl in whatever she had to say. When she said nothing, the earthstalker spoke again, his few eremitic words riding upon the thick reverberation of his voice. “but,” his tail tossed upon the ground absentmindedly.“there’s a certain thrill to it.”

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