Talkin whatself like the clear will once was. mma find that vante. Could be wight or shigan...
The dust bunny wears his leather grieves and chaps well. Duster drags against and his feet sink into the sand. beneath the short man's bowler cap he talks himself through this heat wave. Wanton for a better cover is his curse.
A veteran courser walks the sands down and can see long far. Course he cn'see scabs two and fro this ocean, the stench may tellin he'd be wastin time. Why'm I wastin time ny'ways... I'd done told ya storn, I ain't for divin this ocean down. I ain't privy for that burns!... and I ain't fear the black night.
Truth told he ain't lyin. The old hollar acts the night walker through to the next circular scab. That's when the hunt begins.
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The shadowed prey
ActionOnce a lone hunter around the quarry of elebeth, they called me insane when I went travelin fer tha thing. They said it ain't right! All them names ain't bringing hospice from the dirt diggin boy! but I'll show em all. I'm goin on a blood drive! it'...
