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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors
20
Apr 2020

Gie: What is that *holds a piece of unknown meat in her hands* 

skekMal: A gelfling. 

Gie: What?? Hunter— 

skekMal: *rolling his eyes* Don’t be a childling, meat is a meat and it’s not a gelfling, so you can eat it. 

Gie: *getting angry* You really think I will try something that I don’t know what is? 

skekMal: Yes. And you WILL eat it. 

Gie: *just let the meat fall off her hands and land on the grass* 

skekMal: Heh. You still eat it and what a pity that now it’s all coated in mud 

Gie: How you force me to eat meat that falls on the ground, hmm? I just won’t. 

skekMal: You just don’t get anything to fill your stomach. And believe me, you WILL eat it and you will like it. 

Gie: You are—- 

skekMal: You can hunt your own prey. Then, I will be even proud of you. 

Gie: I just started my training! 

skekMal: *grinning awfully* That’s why you will eat that meat.

//   Article written by skekMal  //