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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Moath wasn’t as smart as others, it was true. Calculating, yes. But branching out on his own to explain things and elaborate- merely talking was his most struggled ability. He was precise in murder, and could reduce you vein by tendon, but trying to explain family matters? Trying to explain himself?
Aliac had far expectations of him, standards he was incapable of reaching.

So he couldn’t turn around and face her. He couldn’t respond back to anything. He could only take the brunt of the questions she threw at him and add them to the list of things to cleanse from his coat the next day. He hardly ever washed. If ever. The only time the blood of prey and enemy was cleared from him was if he waded through a body of water. 

This is man literally smelled of death, no matter where he went. How Aliac was capable of tolerated the cologne of blood was beyond him.

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And in silence, he waited.

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