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Instinct

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Nothing ever put the scraggly feral on edge quite like rooting around the Sunken City. He moved through it’s cavernous halls like an prey animal, all jerky and ever watchful. The walls were like the throat of some great unholy beast, threatening to swallow him whole like they’d swallowed- no, he can’t let himself think about that, he cant, not unless he wants them howling in his ears again. 

And then Max hears it, he sees it., another one of those white creatures lurking in the shadows, poised to feed him misery like a foie gras goose. 

Max wouldn’t have it...

And so, he gave chase.

[ivakir]

#ivakir no#ivakir stop#dont eat mushrooms you dont know#dont make cobweb fret

“Oh, come on. I am not guilty. Those mushrooms got into my mouth by themselves.”

[ivakir]

"What are you doing out here?" (Cobweb)

QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS l status: always accepting

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“What do you think I’m doing?” there was in response, but completely without malice. Ivakir waved her hand with what looked like a fishing rod. Which bobber was stuck in the sand.

“I am trying to catch something edible!” exclaimed Iv with unadulterated enthusiasm, as if, in the middle of the sea of sand, it was possible to catch not an old, holey boot, but some fat fish that she would roast at the stake. The bobber has remained immobile for a long time, which was, of course, not surprising. Perhaps Iv had just another sunstroke and imagined that she was in the middle of the ocean. It was sadder than not catching a fish from the sand.

[ivakir]

"I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?" It was a very gentle, very frightened question, posed by the bone-pale girl who'd camped on Ivakir's couch after a night of drinking. She was kneeling beside the other girl's bed not unlike how a child would huddle beside her. ((modern au, Cobweb))

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First, there was a sound from under a mountain of colored pillows (Ivakir proudly called this work of art “My bed”), as if in the middle of winter a bear was awakened. Then a thin hand slightly pushed one of the pillows to show the face in a purple mask. The spectacle was really creepy, since Ivakir’s expression because of the mud mask was absolutely lifeless. Iv didn’t say a word, but pushed aside a couple of pillows, making more room for Cobweb.

No questions and suggestions to sleep with the lamp weren’t followed. Ivakir knew perfectly well how sometimes it was scary to fall asleep alone.

[ivakir]

🌺

Send 🌺 to hear what my muse likes about yours

“I like her hair and skin. I’ve never seen such white color. It is a pity, of course, that Cobweb has to constantly hide it under the clothes because of the sun, but this is good, otherwise the sun will burn such beauty.”

[ivakir]

💓 Cobweb

send a 💓 to feel my muse’s heartbeat

Iv carefully wrapped her arms around Cobweb and hugged her, running long fingers through her white hair. It was so weird when someone listened to your heart, as though you were playing for them your very own music. But at the same time Ivakir felt at peace. As if her heart was beating not in vain.

[ivakir]

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Ivakir giggled - the pregnancy was not only incomprehensible science, but also quite a fun thing. In her tribe she often heard complaints from pregnant women. They also were always angry. Iv preferred to act wise and just avoid ladies with round bellies.

But Cobweb seemed completely ... normal. Normality was that she had just a big belly, but no complaints and bad temper, which described the women of her tribe. Slowly pulling the hand, the traveler gently touched the belly of a young woman. She was still afraid of that her friend might suddenly get angry.

- I think I'm waiting for your baby as much as you do, - Iv smiled, stroking Cobweb's belly.

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