Lion Head Mesa But the roses were only to drain my inspiration

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It was silent.

For just a beat, it was silent. He hadn’t heard her right, he didn’t, he couldn’t.

He suddenly, violently, wanted to lunge forward. His teeth itched to do it, to turn fang on the hurt as if it would drive it out. He could feel the motions it would take. Every step, every muscle that would twitch and move, the crane of his jaw and the fur beneath his tongue.

He shook in place with the want to do just that.

He what?

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Every breath was painful to take. His heart felt like it would explode.

Wh…where is my father.

In that moment, Aquillius had never felt more like a child.