wolves.she mutters, dislodging her face from the divot it had made in the dust.
lions.she sneers, but it is without bite and fades fast. imenet pushes herself up.
which will your pharaoh feed me to, once we're there?
there is no trust in her. yet, she finds her mind empty of alternatives. pharaoh is not a person at this point, but a direction. it gives focus. stays the migraines.
she drags herself to the water, and looks to gauge cleanliness.
gasps. pulls back.
slowly, returns and looks again.
but there is only a black-haired beast looking back. the other one, naked and pale-skinned, is gone.
she did not like his eyes.
they looked like empty sockets after fluid vacates.
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