My Heart Will Go On
10-16-2014, 06:44 PM
Trica's audits perked up at the sound of the crows. Oh how she despised the things. Her breathing became ragged at the thought of the terrible nightmares she often had because of the darn birds. Relief flooded through her body when the male got up and retreated back further into the ship and sat down on the bed, relieving her from the wretched squawking. Once she saw him kill the bird she knew he was going to offer it to her. She responded to his harsh demand by a slight nod of her head and eating half of the dead crow. She then threw the other half on top of the bed. "Now you. Oh, my name is Trica." she muttered, realizing that she had never answered him. Speech, |