Anurak
There she lay, my mate, her neck the shade of a purple orchid, and her eyes frosted; exploded capillaries remained as a reminder of today's price for freedom. As I knelt down to wrap my arms around her vulnerable marbled skin, seemingly lifeless and limp, my mate motioned me elsewhere.
“D-d-dt—" Arisara tremored, unable to form a complete word.
“Pheuan, don't exert your energy," I suggested. Following her pointed finger, I noticed a harrowing site: thrashing rain plummeting from the sky, battering Dtengmo's sterile body, her black hair in the marsh of mud as if she was an abandoned doll left behind by a careless child.
“DTENGMO!" Disregarding the airhorn sirens, the mutilated carcasses of shifters, and the sea of clouded prisoners loitering around the m******e, I dropped down to
