Black Thoughts
He pressed his beak tightly together to bare the pain.
The dark fog, which flew through his veins, thickened at the two broken rips. He tried not to scream as the healing began.
His flipper closed tightly around the hilt of his sword. He lifted the blade. The darkness licked over the metal.
This damn elephant!
Every time the demon helped him, he felt so exhausted afterwards. Exhausted like now. He had barely managed to get back from the forest. Otherwise, he had chased those tiny bastards! Now, he lay in the lair, slipped down at the ukuta on the ground and he could barely songesha from...
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