06-18-2024, 10:01 PM
(i can’’t be saved) reaching for the life I threw away
watching as it circles in the drain
The cabbit’s long ears twitched at the sound of the chimes. She walked, then slipped into fast hops. Today had enough distance from the last ‘pain day’ that the ache in her abdomen faded to a dull throb. She didn’t bother to notice if the sudden acceleration caused the pain to change. Her mind was on Monty.
If he had to request food from cannibals? She worried for him. By Requiem and Vayu (no, Neandryne!), her former home was no place for him!
But he had returned. Intact, too. She slowed and shifted from hops to a walk. A glance to Brutei, because they’d stated what she’d observed in nicer language than she would’ve used.
The cabbit attempted to nose the despondent dog’s shoulder. The carnivore stink clung to him. But she didn’t mind. That stink was familiar. She’d been born into it, had worn it for her entire life until she’d disappeared from the Big Island.
As much as she hated Valerius and many of his followers… that carnivore stink smelled like home.
“My love?” she asked. A slight tilt of her head to the right. Her left ear lowered a tad. “The cannibals didn’t hurt you, did they?”
Her nose twitched. A double-check that he didn’t have fresh-blood or open-wound smell. And he didn’t. That was a relief. But then her brows furrowed.
He smelled like a Prometheus. She assumed he’d met with Valerius. But when Monty usually met with Valerius, the pharaoh provided rations. And they desperately needed food. “What’s the news?”
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