Ouroboros Spine adakite

she thought of his laughter and wondered if a blackness lingered inside him too. akmaaksi pictured it in her stomach mostly these days, shards of ash curling to transparent flame.

her heart thudded. akmaaksi did not want to play, and for a moment it showed in how she hunted through the ulaq with her eyes, watching for another rat to kill.

but he was her brother. he was the stone that held the warmth which her quiet found necessary.

for him she growled, seizing the other end and shaking it hard in backward pulls.