fake it- bastille
Maera woke with an itch.
Not one she could reach with her back leg, or that she (or Axolotl given he was up for it) could nibble at. It was an itch that lied not on the surface but on the inside of her body, above her belly but under her ribcage. And itch so strong that within minutes of having woken her up, it got her on her feet, and after a quick shake sent her running through the foliage that made the inner part of the isle more covered and protected than the sandy outskirts.
Though she had no place in mind really, she zig zagged and bolted through the land as if she knew where she was going.
As if she knew what she wanted.
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there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Maera - July 06, 2017, 02:39 PM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Ixchel - July 06, 2017, 03:50 PM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Maera - July 06, 2017, 04:18 PM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Ixchel - July 07, 2017, 10:49 AM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Maera - July 10, 2017, 08:14 PM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Ixchel - July 11, 2017, 02:15 AM
RE: there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it - by Maera - July 22, 2017, 04:11 PM