The Hunt
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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors
18
Oct 2020

skekMal seemed to drift into some unknown mental place, where he maybe hunted his imaginary prey, the same way he pursued real one. His eyes were closed and his tail was slowly swaying with calm content. She could only guess about what he could think.

New story, Stars, is available to read! Enjoy :>

//   Article written by skekMal  //