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⠀⠀❪ . . . 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦.ᐣ ❫
𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙙.
stiff as stone and just as cold to the touch —— the only difference is the delicious malleability in the meat wrapped around her bones and the barely - tough scales —
like a rabbit from a wolf, she bolts, turning on her heel with an audible squeak of her soles, stumbling forward a few steps and catching herself so clumsily it locks her knee for a moment, continuing on despite the searing pain it —