Jan 9, 2022
@canonfoddcr liked for a toxic starter
Loneliness gripped Donna’s throat like a hound. Crunching, unwilling to let go. She had made her way to the village on aimless limbs. Drawn to the hope that some other could be here. Angie followed close behind, gripping at Donna’s skirts like a small child might. The Lord spied her target in the distance. Aggression bubbling until it erupted as she stomped to the foot of his caravan.
“Am I so much lesser than the others that you do not even deign to grace my lands with your presence?”
