Multitweet stories | Necromancy advocate | Savnarae (She/her) | 🏳️🌈 ||
Like our world, but with magic, if magic worked a bit like high school chemistry.
He found her in the forest, collapsed at the end of a long trail of steaming crimson snow. A wolf attack, she told him, huddled later by his fire.
It earned her a sympathetic nod. Predators grew dangerous when prey grew scarce.
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His food was ash in her mouth. Thin soup only left her hungrier. But she didn't complain.
He sat beside her while they ate.
"You're lucky I found you," he said. "You know the wendigo stalks these trees, always looking for its next meal."
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