Mudminnow River obscura

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It was by chance—pure, unlucky, stupid—chance that he found the man by the river’s bend.
 
He seemed taller than him, in the dark, from a distance. Broader. And he thought about leaving him, briefly, momentarily. All too content to let the man do his bullshit while Daighre did his. But then he raised a single paw to his face, and—
 
“The fuck are you doing?” He called, coming closer. And upon noticing his scarred face and single pale, milky eye—
 
“Fuckface.” It was a nickname spoken with derision, his face contorted into a sneer and his chin haughtily—arrogantly—raised. Like the man knew something he didn't.