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The sudden shout did cause her to still, both dragon and midwife looking at the alchemist with wide eyes. Pim recovered quickly, thinking it no different than a very loud roar to establish dominance – which wasn’t difficult to do over his companion who was anything but. The blighted woman blinked at Remi, his apologies following his outburst mostly falling on deaf ears. She grumbled and growled her discontent as vines pulled on her limbs, constricting her movement even more than Pim could, but her outburst settled. The dragonling hopped off of her, sniffing at her face before grumbling at Remi and plopping down to wait. Wherever she went Pim would also go. He didn’t particularly care about the where.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
