Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

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in the next moment, junior began to scream and the boy jerked himself from the cage of her bleeding legs into the shadow of lasher's own. unsure of what to do, he gave an awkward lick to the child's head, attempting to reassure him. murkwater eyes watched blue willow as she pleaded with junior, and the gamma moved forward slowly, so that the emaciated waif could keep pace as he approached his lover and the girl.

junior, junior, he murmured into one dark ear, sweeping her cheek with a wary tongue. if she snapped at him in her frightened reverie, it would be no loss to him, though he did turn his profile to her, so that her teeth could not reach his eyes without effort.

heat blazed from her young body; he caught blue willow's eye, hackles prickling. what do you need of me? taltos inquired softly. he was no healer, but the days spent with her had acclimated him the the plants she most often used, and their appearances. as he spoke, his eyes came to settle on the child again, and once more he wondered at the small presence in this scene.

it was the child who caught his eye; he gazed at the boy, who was quite thin and possibly sick. he wondered how junior had found the whelp; he gave a soft nudge of his muzzle to one skeletal cheek, intending to stir the waif.