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...[/font]

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It seemed as though she were giving up. He was fine with that. He hadn’t wanted for her to follow him. There were enough things following him and he didn’t want the innocent girl getting warped into the tides that followed his namesake. It soon would consume her, and there wouldn’t be anything left for him to recognize her by. So as she fell back, Moath continued his way forward, heavy body in its unending shuffle.

Her words trotted up to his ears, and as he processed them, Moath resisted the urge to simply turn back to tell her, or atleast show her that he somewhat knew her enough to keep her safe. But he wasn’t a Father...or atleast he didn’t see himself capable of being a fatherly type. He might have ended up killing her on a plain accident. He couldn’t risk that. 

“I know.”

So he kept moving, knowing well enough he was making a decent choice. He would see her again. He always did.

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And in silence, he waited.[/font]

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