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*Shtiya* · 11-08-2014, 07:50 PM

Wolves came and Shtiya, in his fear, rushed without question into the embrace of the first stranger. He was desperate for comfort, willing to take it from wherever it was offered. Unable to form words around the terror that clouded his mind, he wailed up into the face of the fae, putting every ounce of displeasure into the cry. The second wolf pushed plants at him just as he was sucking in a deep breath and the leaves shot into the back of his throat, getting choked down in a unintentional gulp. Somehow the plants freed up his voice. After coughing a couple of time, Shtiya wailed, "I want my moooom!"

Shtiya continued to wail, his heart breaking over the absence of his mother. He just wanted her to be there, to sit beside him and kiss the top of his head. She made everything better. Where was she? "Mommy! Mooooommy!"

The plants slowly kicked in, his pain dulling and with it, the wails. Soon silent tears and the occasional hiccup were all that the boy could muster. He was worn out and the medicine the healer gave him didn't lessen the fatigue any. Instead it made it worse. His eyelids grew heavy and threatened to slam closed without his consent. His voice jagged and broken, he continued to whimper softly to himself, "Mommy...mooommy..."

"...going to start pulling the quills out..." Wait, what? Shtiya's eyes popped open, widening in alarm. "NO," he wailed, "Don't touch them! MOOOOMMY!"

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