JUST GIVE ME A PAIN THAT I'M USED TO

She had been watching him. The strange, intriguing way that he had killed the small animal fascinated her in a very visceral way. It was the first time she had been out of Glorall since she had been violated, and the emotions she felt were swirling and strange. It felt as though her heart and her mind were pulling her in two different directions, threatening to tear her apart. Ehiyeh, above all else, was confused. Her strength had returned, her anger came in waves, but as her stomach grew she could only view it as a source of complete befuddlement. Being smart, it seemed, was to her detriment. Perhaps not socially perceptible enough to understand the far-reaching implications of what had happened, she could still understand and feel the emotions, the fear, the pit in her stomach and the tears in her mind.

But now the other male had noticed her. Ehiyeh startled slightly; she had not wanted to start conversation with this stranger, but something about his voice drew her in. She approached him with cautious steps, her current condition readily apparent by her bulging sides and her distinct scent. The dull pain in her eyes, however, told a story different from a happy pregnancy created by loving parents. "Is that so?" She asked with a tilt of her head, voice raspy with a slight aloofness to it. "How do I know that I will not end up like your meal?"

Curiosity had always been her downfall. Cynicism had never been her nature, although she preferred to be alone it was not out of distrust of those around her. Even now, the guardedness of her posture was not a result of this stranger but rather her body's natural reaction to being out in the freelands so soon after such a traumatic event. Ehiyeh was on constant alert, it seened, forever waiting for that white-faced devil to emerge out of the rocks surrounding them. But the blood-stained muzzle of the stranger made her feel safe. His eyes were hungry, and she wondered why that drew her in.

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