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...
The it was almost too soon for her to be so bloated. Moath knee when living foods were with little Lifes in them. It wasnt just instincts that screamed it only in a way Moath could understand, but it was just how he could read them. They were fat. There was no food that ate that much besides Pig.
Asatira was not Pig.
His gargantuan body remained still, almost as though to keep her pacified, but he had no such concept. There were simply no strings pulling him at the moment.
She reminded him of the Fox food.
But she also did not.
She was his own, in some how, some way, and though she did not carry Blood in her as all Melonii had, some band of memory prevented him from outright killing her.
And now, it seemed, the spawn would be protected under her, as well. As they were hers-
and she was His.
He said nothing- as always.
And in silence, he waited.
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