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not for him, but for the squeaking of mice below the earth; she pressed her lips to the trembling loamy breast and searched for the vibrations of their tiny feet in ground-tunnels. exasperated, worried for the children she might still lose to the changing world, erzulie glanced at the male who roamed not far from her, the pale-draped male who had alerted rusalka to the rising smoke.
"anyt'ing wor't hunting?" she asked idly, turning her gaze to the roiling sea which had swallowed the shores, and perhaps her son.
scarab — agony played heavily upon her soul, and the woman's eyes tightened before she turned away to continue her own search for food.