Razorback Ridge SCP-087

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The first thing was that she didn't trust him.

The second thing was that he was beautiful. She thought it deeply unfair.

I aint want nothin sir. I'm just passin by sir. The girl wipes her chin. Some two miles past this ridge the remains of her meal rot slowly in the cool autumn evening or maybe it had already been scavenged by some poor vulture. 

Her bloody shirt dried out forming a crust over her hair. Look at the girl. Those lambent eyes stare the color of burning tongues of natural gas leaping from an oil well. Unconsciously her hackles raise and her face forms the hacksaw grimace of the few moments before a snarl.