“Sorry - did - I - I - I scare you?” @00110000exe
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SHE HAD STARTLED, INFINITESMAL THOUGH IT WAS. Ancient things do not surprise easily, especially one such as her. Seen so much, learned so much only after her journey away from her meadow, but never had she seen the likes of which stood before her. A hoof scuffs the ground, flowers blooming in the dirt, says, “ You are no red bull.” Nor was the stranger a king with fingers so thin they creaked & jangled like bleached bones; not old Fortuna, flashing gnarled teeth through cage bars. “ Should I be scared? ”













