Emberflame Ridge Wandering

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There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

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This was her only card. Forcing him to speak. She bared no more weapons, as her teeth had been sheathed, and her fear was no more. But her suspicion arose, and his puppet repeated herself with intent of making the sticks that held her life right now, dance. The relationship was backwards, and Moath couldn't make any sense of this. But he had done what he had every year now, and checked on her. Though this was as close as he was going to get to her, this was also how far he could extend his arms and have nothing to do with his child. 

His head straightened, tilt vanishing as he had garnered all the information he had needed to update his ideal of her. And without another word, the enormous man turned, and began his departure, whether to find a meal or commit another murder. Giant footsteps depicted the trail of this horrible thing that hunters tried to catch and prey strove to hide from...

She had seen him face to face...

And survived to tell the tale.

Whether he had made it far or not, the beast paused, steam engine muscles ceasing their movement as he inhaled steadily. There was so much to do. 
And others to find.

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And in silence, he waited.

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