nen’tah.
she glances toward the buried mess before lowering herself slowly to her haunches; standing had begun to make the blood pound strangely behind her eyes.
he asks a question, and though she does not wish to answer, she does anyway:
fa’liya,she says in turn, tongue passing over her lips. the taste of bile remains, bitter and oily, lodged between her teeth.
she glances toward the buried mess before lowering herself slowly to her haunches; standing had begun to make the blood pound strangely behind her eyes.
he asks a question, and though she does not wish to answer, she does anyway:
i was born too soon,she says; it is an oversimplification of what she has always known; she was the runt of her litter.
some things inside me did not grow correctly, so they do not work right.and the end result sat before them in a disgusting pile.
that is all.