ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
“H-ha-...b-but...ah-“
The noises leak out of Loque’s mouth as she tries her best forming words that could possibly encapsulate just how utterly frightened she is about being stuck with this group. There’s no excuse she can come up with, no charming phrases she can think of to say to Xager to change her mind. So she falls to her knees and stares at her as her eyes begin to water. She knows it. She’s fucked. This is how she’s going to die, right next to a gang of incompetent bastards, and that’s if she’s not taken captive and either fed to Thorgran or taken as one of Sekath’s ‘special girls’.
The noises leak out of Loque’s mouth as she tries her best forming words that could possibly encapsulate just how utterly frightened she is about being stuck with this group. There’s no excuse she can come up with, no charming phrases she can think of to say to Xager to change her mind. So she falls to her knees and stares at her as her eyes begin to water. She knows it. She’s fucked. This is how she’s going to die, right next to a gang of incompetent bastards, and that’s if she’s not taken captive and either fed to Thorgran or taken as one of Sekath’s ‘special girls’.