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Mother and the Thief
In the darkness of night, the black sky turns as bright as day for a split second. Winds howling, waves rolling, salty mist thrown into the air as if spewed from geysers. In all of this restlessness, Timea braves the storm. Powering through the surf, almost being suffocated repeatedly. Paddling through the water, her rudder-like tail helps to propel her forward.
By Thavien Yliastera day ago in Fiction