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...
Moath kept pace with her, even his single limp of a strained limp proving atleast 2 of her strides. He tried to understand where this all came from, the dirty and blood-caked brute such similar to her as he was in the water.
But it wasn’t until she directly looked at him, a note filling her voice as she called his name. It then between then and the whelping den where this all connected, and made sense. Slow, like a toddler caught in trouble but mind relapsed into innocence, he nodded slowly.
This woman was Ma Ma.
And she was not to be touched.
And in silence, he waited.
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on the forefinger of an alderman - by Megara - January 14, 2019, 01:38 PM
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RE: on the forefinger of an alderman - by Moath - February 08, 2019, 12:59 PM
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