Blood of my blood

The place seemed and smelled like shit, desolate and clearly lifeless, thousands of bones covering its soil, like a cemetery, one of colossal proportions, and the small yet tenacious chimeric wolf found it amusing, but also gross. Lips curling in disgust from the heavy smell in some parts, smell of decay, of rotting meat. It didn't surprise her in the minimum with the amount of death within. She was new here and of course she wouldn't know any routes or places to go, and for now she navigated through the place, a place screaming death and pain, suffering and desolation. Fetid smells flowing with the wind.

"What a shit hole," She commented as she did her best to walk fast, hopping to find an exit to this putrid lands, what a nice welcome party. Finding herself in what she saw as the worst piece of crap. Bobbed tail up like that of a deer's, blue eyes reflecting disgust. She wondered if this was used as a depository of dead by their natives, and if that was the case she wasnt about to meet any of them.

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