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He had stealth. The horse ran fast with him on his back. The horse was gorgeous. It was a shade of black with one white spot on its eye.
She didn't know what it meant. He said it a whole lot, she noticed. She also noticed how his cheeks were puffed and how his nose twitched right before he nedded to sneeze. All because of the word wrought.
She wrapped herself in the skin of the people she slaughtered. The lone wolf longed to not be lonely.
She was wrapped in nothingness. She felt lost. Lost in a sea of monsters that would soon turn on her and rips her body parts apart until they reached her organs. She felt empty inside without him.