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a character in “Fire, Death, Pinetrees”, as played by Armin

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#, as written by Armin
There is a woman, her face is pale, her dress white with red ribbons, it looks very ordinary, she looks very ordinary. She lies on the ground, her eyes wide open, is she looking at something? But her eyes won’t close, not matter how long you wait, her eyes won’t close. There is a child, of shoulder long blonde hair, holding the pale woman hand. A child merely 4 years old, holding the woman’s hand leaning backwards, bending her legs, bracing herself, assuming position with her little feet, and then pulling hard, pulling the woman, a little distance cross the leaf covered ground. And she repeats, over and over again.

The little girl spots a group of people, three people, carrying three others. One of them is wearing black, the other ones are wearing ragged. She lets go of the pale woman’s hand and runs as quickly as her short legs could possibly manage, small hands waving randomly in a strange runningstyle that has never been seen before. To the party of three, she heads, and she grabs the ragged cloths of one. And she pulls, she pulls and stares at its head, not speaking and almost crying, pointing at the pale woman a distance away.

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#, as written by Armin
-// A few houres ago in Tomachi village //-

“Fuck, so hot…”
A random man is jogging through the village. The sky cannot not be seen, there is black smoke towering high, incasing, isolation this place from any colors that may be up there, leaving only the red orange glow that is seen everywhere down at the earth, throughout the entire village.
“Fucking useless pieces of shit! What the hell did we pay them for!?…dammit… It was never even that bad before they got here! They provoked it, I swear, those idiots! This is their fault, all of it, I’ll fucking kill them!”
*Cogh* *cogh*
The man erupts into brutal a cough and sizes jogging. He is left gasping for air, inhaling more of the black smoke, and then coughes again. It is unreasonably hot and his clothes are dirty and tattered, he is dribbling with sweat and his eyes are squinting in the bright of the all engulfing flames.
He falls on his knees and stares at the dirt of the ground. He reaches for it with his left hand, touches it, then fumbles around, feeling it. Suddenly there is water on the dirt. There is water on his cheeks too.
He squeals “fuck…”
He says “Fuck…
He screams “FUUUCK!!!”
And he jumps back on his feet and lets the flame within him serve as fuel, propelling him forward as he plunges, straight into the real flames.

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A duck waddles around on land. It is lost, looking for water. What is up, with this duck? It suddenly stops waddling to bellows at the sky. Did it find a duck shaped cloud? Enough of the duck, be at peace duck!
The duck waddles away.

Hooves deliver heavy impacts upon the fragile pine needles, they crack and scatter as the great moose treads the land. Oh what horns! A crown worthy of a king, oh what beard! The hair of its throat luscious and smooth.
A moose clad in thin summer fur, and it basks in the fine summer sun.
What is it in search of? Plants worthy of being grazed upon by a king such as itself, perhaps?
But it occasionally stops to eat the bark of trees that stand in its way, nay! its purpose is not to eat such easily digestible vegitation, for no plants go safe where a moose treads, indeed this moose is the pinnacle of veganism. Glorious some might say, when speaking of the sight of a moose eating a tree. Some might mistake if for a beaver, but they are ignorant fools, who do not recognize a king when they see one.

Yes this is the moose. The moose is headed towards a water source.
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Earth is still lying on his back on a bed of pine needles, basking in sunlight.
“Now then…” He thinks while holding his hand against the light of the sky, casually rubbing his index and thumb together investigating the blood they are coated in from fumbling with the large wound cross his chest earlier.
“What…to do?”
Earth sits up. As he does so, his abdomen contracts stressing some of the injured muscles, causing a little blood seeps out of the improvised cloth bandage.
His face expresses pleasure and an unconscious “ah” seeps out of his mouth, followed by a little smile.

Earth was sitting on the ground legs crossed, arms crossed, when he spotted the moose. It was a truly majestic creature and Earth recognized it as such, but it needed to die for the sake of his appetite.

Earth carefully adjusts his stance to achieve perfect balance. His legs are steadily bent and his right arm is positioned behind his body at shoulder height holding a katana, the left arm and hand extended forward towards the moose, as if trying to lock on to it. Here goes.
The katana hand is set into motion, his upper body is vigorously rotated and the farther back placed foot is lifted off the ground taking some dirt and pine needles with it. The katana flies towards the moose at great speed, spinning. Impact. The tip pierces straight through the short brown skin of the great creature, and is trusted into its flesh. The entire over meter long blade is embedded in the moose, as though sheathed in it. But the moose does not waver. It simply turns towards Earth and looks him straight into his ice blue eye, which expresses no small amount subtle amazement, and then turns around and walks away as though no katana had ever been thrown.
Earth shifts his eye from moose to the over meter long sheathe of his katana and back to moose.
“… … … hm.” He utters as he gazes at the moose making its slow, indifferent exist. Than he picks up the handle of his great massive sword and drags the blade along the ground as he goes after the moose, with and equally slow and indifferent looking stride.

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The four being trekked through the forest, one carrying two corpses over it's shoulders, another dragging a heavily blooded corpse, all dressed in rags except for the being walking in the middle. He was dressed in full black clothing and held the small child he encountered before on his shoulders, using his arms to prevent the child from falling.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound appeared from above Jeremy's head. Oh, that's right, this girl is alive, she needs to eat. "Hungry eh..?" Jeremy spoke out to the child who stayed silent, it had been a long time since she last ate so speaking would just show her pain. Jeremy simply sighed and looked around, oh that's convenient. There's a moose walking around, and it's wounded. Jeremy lowered the child from his shoulders and placed her on the ground. "Right, Charlotte, I'll get you some food." His voice was croaky, deep and lifeless. Proving his lack of life.

Jeremy grabbed the body being dragged by the female undead and dragged it a couple meters before stopping, he stared at the moose, judging it's speed. "Right." He quietly spoke out. Jeremy started spinning, holding the corpse by the leg with one hand, ready to grab enough momentum to hopefully use it as a weapon. And then, SNAP.

The moose stepped incautiously, it was one of those bad ass mother [censored], the blood loss from it's past wound paid no threat to the tough animal who just wanted to eat his damn bark. Suddenly, it heard a snap, natural reflex kicked in. The moose raised it's head turned it to look towards the direction of the noise. Before anything could happen a flying corpse smacked the moose in the face, bouncing off and landing on the floor with a thud. The moose did nothing, it stood in the same position, but about a second after the collision of the corpse, a flying arm flew towards the moose. It's spin was perfect enough for the hand to smack the moose in the face and also fall to the ground. Those eyes of that moose, it seemed pissed.

"Well... That..." Jeremy was lost for words, it was unexpected but should be expected. He is dead, decomposing very slowly, of course his body would break easily. That was a very stupid idea. "Mr. Dantoh.... your... arm..." The small starving words left the mouth of the child who had moved on to sitting on her undead mother's shoulders. "Eh? Oh, it happens. Let me, uhh... Go get it." Jeremy pointed at the other walking corpse, "drop those and follow." The order instantly caused the corpse to release it's grip and allow the bodies to fall to the floor, it then followed it's master who had already began to walk towards the angered creature.

The moose stood, staring at the two beings approaching it, it's awareness had obviously increased and it was ready to fight back at any moment. Jeremy's accomplice picked up the body and swung it over it's shoulder. Jeremy slowly bent down and grabbed his arm, slowly raising he stared the moose in the eye. Damn, that moose is pretty big. "Got a problem?" Jeremy spoke out, his tone was nearly the same, it was just a little more threatening. "Anyway, you seem like a tough guy, I'll just forage some fruits." He spoke out to the moose as he began to slowly return to the others, as he was speaking, he was waving his severed arm around where it would make the usual body language as if it was still connected. It even waved a little as a symbol to tell the moose to get lost.

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#, as written by Armin
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There is blood seeping through the white ribbon strapped around Earths chest. Some of It drips down onto his white waist robes and light cloudy pants, some falls further and is absorbed by the forest floor.
Earth is walking slowly, bent forward in fatigue, each foot step heavy and he is pulling his great massive sword with slack arm.
Earth is following a great bull moose with a sword handle sticking out of its side. The sword handle belongs to a katana and the katana belongs to Earth.
“… …”

There was nothing particular on Earths mind as he was following said moose; he was just following the moose. He did not in any way plan or foresee his next encounter.

Earth is staring at the forest floor. In the corner of his eye he spots movement. Taking shape between tree trunks and branches as Earth gets closer and closer, are a party of human beings, among them one adlut is not wearing torn clothes, but is dressed in black. The one in black separates himself a little distance from the group, dragging something along the ground. He stops.
Earth is close enough to identify that the object being dragged by the man in black possess the shape of a human being. Earth makes some effort to pull his head up properly from its forward leaned fatigued position, and carefully observes.
The one in black shifts his stance, preparing for an explosive movement
“What is he...?...huh? Isn’t that…”
The man in black flings the body towards the moose and there is a snapping sound.
The body flies and lands and does not hit the moose at all, its complete failure, a horrible throw. However, something does hit the moose. An arm whirls through the air, spinning at the perfect velocity so that when it hits the moose, it does so with a perfect bitchslap straight to the face.
“Yeah. That’s Jeremy…”
Unmistakably so, was the man who had disjointed bitchslapped the moose Jeremy Dantoh: Abomination dispeller and necromancer.
“hehehe…” Earth chuckled, partly because he was very amused by the scene that had just played itself out, and partly out of a relief to see that at least one of his comrades had survived the darkness.
Upon the moose walking away:
"Yo!”

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A familiar voice suddenly appears, drawing Jeremy's attention, he slightly turned his head and moved his eye towards the source of the voice to see the hunched down being. Blood dripping onto the forest floor and some insanely massive sword, Earth. His eye was set as a glare, not intentionally, it was natural for Jeremy. Of course, he was annoyed for loosing an arm to a moose. Maybe that kid can help...

Jeremy walked towards Earth, signalling the others to come with him, of course dragging the bodies with them. "Ah, hey there Earth. How's it going?" Jeremy tried to seem happy to see his comrade, but he was too tired and still pissed off. His voice was simply the same croaky, deep, mono toned.
"I see you survived that thing," He looked down towards Earth's wound, "...Just."

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The two men were standing up facing each other in a regular talkative manner. However the scene was rather unusual. Such a cheerful dry forest: beautiful, nice and open with few low branches and a lack of under vegetation, yet such miserable people. One was missing an arm the other way too much blood.
"Hows...it going?" Earth replied with rather regularly toned voice but that lacked any sort of well-wishing or enthusiasm a regular voice might express. A rather bare thing, that voice.
"I’m retrieving my sword" Earth pointed at the moose, which was looking smaller and smaller, distance increasing.
"Well. I‘ll be going now. You should follow me." Earth said and wandered after the Moose.

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"Eh, alright. Let's go guys." Jeremy followed Earth not far behind. With the rest of his accomplices following a bit further back, one man carrying three bodies and the woman holding her live child on her shoulders.

As they walked, Jeremy stared at Earth's wound. The heavy blood loss was making him a bit... Excited. Great passion began radiating from his dull, clouded and dark eye. Crap, gotta act natural.
Jeremy placed his intact arm over Earth's shoulders, holding his severed arm by the bicep it moved on it's own and wrapped around Earth's head to pat it.
"Hey... I see... You've lost a lot of blood. I can always reanimate you and then it won't matter." Jeremy whispered to Earth, trying to keep it out of the child's earshot, although she did guess that it was some kind of magic. Maybe teaching her necromancy will be able to keep Jeremy intact, regenerating and healing.
"Of course, I'll need your life energy which seems to be fading a little..."

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Moose approaches water source containing Skye Emerson.

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Jeremy had collapsed, sitting on his knees, still petrified with shock. What the fuck was that? Is this some kind of psychological spell? It didn't matter, the same image flew through his mind, the same damn words. Then, Jeremy had an idea. The idea which would save all three of the beings who were sitting in the forest. The little girl shivering and holding onto her mother while waiting for Jeremy to say something. It had already fallen to night, the darkness around the area made no difference to Jeremy's sight.

Jeremy giggled, it quickly turned to a laugh. And soon he was laughing as loud as he could, things had gotten interesting.
"Hey, you c'mere. I need you to do something..." Jeremy spoke through his laughing to Charlotte's mother who shifted forward to listen to Jeremy's order...

...After hearing the order, a shocked expression was exposed on the woman's face. But the reasoning behind the order made sense. And so, she executed the order...

The following scene is a bit... PG1000 (Over exaggeration). And so, the sounds shall be described;
The sound of cracking bones filled the atmosphere. Deep breaths and groans from Jeremy as the action took place. The squelching sound of bodily tissues being ripped apart followed. Until finally, all went quiet.

The naked body of Jeremy had sunk into the ground, the pentagram left over faded quickly. Charlotte had a confused look as she stared up at her mother who was slowly standing.
She was dressed in Jeremy's clothing, the rag and belts tightened around her neck and lower face and the piece of leather sown onto her right eye. Her hair had changed color to solid black and had somehow grown even longer. Her eye was black, the same as Jeremy's. A small giggle left her dead mouth.
"Don't worry Charlotte, Jeremy will be fine. Well... I am Jeremy. Your mother shall be fine, it's hard to explain..." The croaky mono toned voice was familiar, it just seemed more girly. Of course it would, she is a girl. "Ah, so your name is Eve... How's Eve Dantoh? I like it! Charlotte, how about you join me as family as Charlotte Dantoh?"

Charlotte nodded, a little confused. But the clothing reminded her of Jeremy while the face reminded her of her mother, Eve. She didn't understand, but knowing that Jeremy had become their family. She was happy.

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Eve, (Jeremy) wondered through the woods, carrying a few dead rabbits which she had managed to capture on the way, her new long black hair flowing in the small gusts of wind. It seems that rabbits don't react to the dead, a new interesting observation.
Then, a bright light caught Charlotte's eye, she pulled on the black clothing which was owned by Jeremy and was worn by Eve. Pointing towards light. Eve glanced in the direction, two sources of life energy was being emitted. And one seemed to be fading, another person dying? It's best to take a look, maybe cook the rabbits if the people are friendly.

Once Eve arrived at the fire, she saw the people, deep in conversation. The man.. He was familiar, oh yeah, the Dancing Easterner. But who is that woman? She seems to be an Easterner as well.
"Hey there." Eve called out, speaking similarly to Jeremy with the croaky mono toned voice. Except it was more high pitched, like a woman. Of course, she is a woman.
I better pretend that I don't know them. Oh wait, Eve was around when we met the Dancing Easterner. The thought occurred around Eve's head, in Jeremy's voice. The pseudo-life energy inside Eve was mostly Jeremy's, of course it was. He transferred his life energy to Eve in order to transfer himself. Eve's own pseudo-life energy was Jeremy's to begin with, but was separate and pushed to the side.
These guys would probably think there is something up, since Eve is wearing my clothing. But it's needed. Enchanted to slow the decomposition process and to control the pseudo-life energy. My right eye is the center of my life energy as well, so it had to be transferred into Eve. Hence the damn leather stitched over her right eye... Gonna have to think of an excuse.

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Eve stood with a very annoyed look in her eye. Those two just started meditating without a reaction -Rude-, was it because of the fire and darkness? That's right. The eyes of the dead can easily see in the dark, plus seeing their life energy makes it easier to see them. Living humans on the other hand... They have always been inferior to the other beings existing in this world.
It's best to let these guys do their stuff, Charlotte needs to rest.

Grabbing a few sticks, Eve stabbed them into the rabbits and stuck the other end into the ground. Cooking the rabbits. There is three rabbits, planned to be saved just for Charlotte, but these guys would probably ask... Eve had no need to eat, she was already dead and doesn't digest. The necromancy magic is what keeps her "alive".
Eve was about to sit down before she saw Charlotte, curled up near the fire asleep. Damn, that's cute. Although, they better be close. "I hope Eve is okay with me taking over temporarily. She seemed fine before. I might as well let her have control sometimes." Jeremy thought as Eve's body sat down, not far from the Dancing Easterner. She dragged the sleeping body of Charlotte across the soft earth and allowed her head to rest on Eve's knee. She then stared at the rabbits, turning the sticks occasionally to evenly cook them. "If I could, I would rest my coat on her. But that's too risky."

Hopefully, these guys won't be hostile.

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There came a deep growl from the insides of the cave where Esme and her brother were, its source in a corner of space filled with a undistinguishable darkness. The growl thickened and deepened as out of the dark came a snout followed by a drooling mouth attached to a brown furry head, housing rabid eyes. It was a bear. With heavy footsteps that would shake the ground was it not of stone, it slowly approached Esme and her brother.
As its body came into the dim moonlight (its night isn’t it?), the sheer mass of the creature became apparent. It was standing on four feet, over two meters tall, were it to rise on its hind legs, it would surely measure at least four.
Hiding in the dark behind the great beast was a brown, furry little thing, a puny bear cub. Shrouded in the shadows and darkness, I could not be seen by any eye.
The great beast, which was its mother, further opened her growling mouth into a massive gape and let out an awesome roar displaying the sharp teeth lining her jaw, and the black gum, from which saliva was spat out in threads, caught in the force of the resounding air.

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Eve looked away, sadness in her black, dead eye. As she stroked Charlotte's sleeping head, she looked at the two easterners.
With a sigh, Eve spoke; "Jeremy. That's his name." Her voice was the same tone as Jeremy's, but obviously more feminine. "He... Died."
That was a lie, but Jeremy living inside of Eve had to be hidden. He had given off a very bad impression to the others and so it's pretty much the best choice as to fake his death. Only temporarily. Maybe these guys can be trusted. Who knows.how to react

Seeing the bow, Eve had no idea to react. So she nodded, keeping her attention on the cooking rabbits and stroking her daughter's head.

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When Esme saw the snout appear from the darkness, she gasped and scrambled back. Then, she froze when she saw what was attached to that snout. A..Bear...She looked into the rabid eyes, suddenly frozen as her heart raced in her chest. The heavy footsteps made her tremble in fear and she glanced at her brother, dead and mutilated on the ground. This bear did this to her brother... She scrambled up and stepped back, seeing the bear take form
It was gigantic..It would be significantly taller than her if it stood on its hind legs...Then, it roared and she stumbled back, eyes wide with terror..

Esme ran .

She ran as fast as they wind could carry her. She was breathing heavily and gasping for breath, holding back her sobs of terror as she heard the bear chasing after her. She had to get away. Why couldn't she remember any spells right now? She ran through the foliage, a light scratch from the branches grazing her cheek, and she looked back. It was gaining...Would she have a taste of Death again?

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Joshua heard the noise of the bear, then running footsteps. He blinked, and the strange attitude of his went back to friendly and defensive. He turned around to see an enormous creature, a large black bear, shaggy fur and a giant head. He dashed towards the bear, tackling it's chest, his adrenaline amped up before doing so, ramming both of them into a tree. "Run!" He said, latching around the bear's neck and shoulder. He fell over, looking dead into the bear's face, and moved his head before the teeth removed his face. He let go, dashing under the bear, pulling out the dagger and shanking it multiple times in the stomach. When the bear moved, he latched onto the fur, but a sudden stop jerked him to slide under the bear and out behind him. As he got up, he was suddenly rammed into a tree by the bear, and as its face opened up, he held his iron gauntlet in front of the teeth, blocking its bite to his neck, his arm pushed against his neck. He yelled in pain as he heard a sharp Snap! as he looked a the gauntlet entering his forearm, the bite crunching it oh so easily. He then dropped the knife, shoving his other hand down the throat of the beast, ripping out the uvula in rage and ducked under it as it roared in pain. With a swift jump off the tree, he tackled the bear onto the ground, slamming his fists into the bear's neck, endlessly until it kicked him with it's front foot. He turned and looked at the bear: Almost got it. He then looked around, finding a young tree, and dashed towards it. A matter of time was at the essence, the bear running at him as he tried to rip the tree out. He swung around the tree, making the bear miss. He finally ripped the tree out, and hurled it at the bear which was meters away from him, sinking straight into his throat, making him move still like a pig on a spike. He panted, watching it fall over, and dropped to the ground, exhausted from the battle. He looked down to see a gash where his kidney would be, looking down and realizing it wasn't that bad, but could use some care. What was more important was the gauntlet imprinted into his arm, and he still roared every now and then, having to baby it for a while. Within his mind, he heard a dark voice. Wear it. He thought, but did exactly what he was told to do, as if he gave exact instructions for him to skin the hide and wear the skull. He did so, taking the claws and cutting the fur off of some of the hide. He then felt more powerful, the new appearance he had. He wore a thick fur shoulder cover, two of them, which covered all of his chest except for the upper half of the collar-bone. He made gloves, tied in with the claws of the bear, puncturing a tree as he tested it out. He had boots, made with the teeth of the bear as cleats. Then, he emptied the skull, after minutes of cutting through the hide and then disassembling it off of the spine, making it as clean as possible. Having it as a helmet, he felt more powerful, more mature, more noble. His maturity for some reason boosted and his veins bulged. He looked around inside the helmet; everything still completely visible. He smiled, actually complying with the words of his ghost, and noticing the eye-holes matched what he imaged in the dream.

He then headed for the girl, but not the one in the dress.

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The bear cub clumsily waddled its way out of the cave, following its mother, to find her flayed and beheaded corpse lying on the dark forest ground. It let out a few squealing noises, as though trying to communicate with its mother, but of course no answer would come.

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Joshua halted, hearing the growl of the cub. He then turned around, looking at the baby bear, and a tear fell down his face. He walked forward to the baby bear, as it roared at him, he petted his head and started grooming its neck. He started to rough house with it, letting it teeth on the arm guards on his forearms. He then started to turn around, ushering it a head movement, and it followed. Whenever he needed to rest, the bear stopped, it had seemed like a companion now, hopefully. He wanted this bear, he wanted to raise it till it grew old and passed away, becoming a spirit-brother. Then he thought of his dog, the dog that he lost during the departure. He thought this could replace him, and he felt joy. Bears always stick to their mother, he thought, So why shouldn't it do the same for me?

With his new companion, he headed back to the pond. There was some apologizing he had to do.

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A little brown colored squirrel stood idly on a trees branch, cocking its head in random directions energetically. The rain had drenched its fur and the iconic curved tail, usually smooth and fluffy, was by rain wet and heavy, the long strands of hair hanging, flowing with water.
Squirrel jump!
The squirrel plunged from the tree down onto the lady who had just recently appeared out of nowhere, landing on her head. Clinging to her hair, somewhat entangling itself but not so much it could not come free, the little creature swung down from her head and managed to grip onto the clothes her clothes, slipping between the folds and crevasses of the fabric and into a pocket. Its purpose for such an act: it was looking for food. Sadly, there was none. Instead it grabbed a random item and popped out of the pocket, landing on the ground and scurrying away in the direction of Earth and Ammy.

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There was white clinging around Earths neck. Pale skinned arms, and more importantly, white fabric, a white dress against his body. Why had it turned white? There were no answers really but it was of no importance. Earth could only see the top of Ammy’s head, her face was hiding. Her furred ears were folded, sunken. He understood that she was probably crying.
“You said you were done here...?” Earth said, speaking low.