03-05-2015, 01:38 AM
Patrin dragged himself from the water the moment he felt the pressure from the tentacle leave. He lay by upon the shore like a wet rag, weighed down by his clothing and weakened by his injuries. If he changed, it would only be a matter of minutes before he was healed, but the cost ...
He lifted his eyes, and another was there. A woman. The creature swirled into her. The perversity of that sent him neihing, laughing, despite how serious the situation was.
He shivered, quaked. Patrin had almost forgotten what being hunted felt like. Without Kurako, he would have been dead.
Last edited by PapillonCameo; 03-05-2015 at 01:47 AM..
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