The sabretooth tiger strode purposefully towards her, its body see-through and the edges of it blurry. Knowing it couldn't hurt her from the many times she had done this before, she felt no fear, only sadness. A certain type of grief, that such a marvelous creature had gone extinct, even if it happened so many years ago.
She did not need to speak or move for it to know what she wanted, the connection between a necromancer and her revenant was more than enough for that.
It padded almost single-mindedly in one direction, not even looking to check whether she was following. She did follow, and for many years, no one heared from her again.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
