Phouka kept running, not growing winded, not even breaking a sweat. He could run for hours an never tire if he needed to.
"Feed me, little one," he teased. "Feed me with your own fingers..."
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Date: 2015-12-19 04:19 pm (UTC)Phouka kept running, not growing winded, not even breaking a sweat. He could run for hours an never tire if he needed to.
"Feed me, little one," he teased. "Feed me with your own fingers..."