Black Morass timor

"perhaps it is because i know what it is to be both alone and determined to stay as such until i found my way out of it."

hunger arched its skinny sides against the corners of his stomach. he had eaten very little since his return from akashingo and knew he needed more. taking the limp squirrel would be an admission of that.

germanicus at last swept the animal closer. "if i accept this, does it mean that we are courting?" the imperator inquired in a dry voice, an allusion to a certain tiny acorn still twisted into the fur of his shoulder, if one knew where to look for it.

finally he began to eat, controlling his movements in hopes of saving himself further pain.