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nnyThe darkness looms around her, and she stiffens at a scuttling and a scratching low against the wall; her nightmares are following her. There’s just enough light from the flickering torches; a rat, nothing worse, but she’s tightly wound and shivering when she rounds the last corner.
In front of her, he stands. Heavy hob-nailed spike-laden boots, armour plated leather coat, a helmet whose horns branch upwards. Somewhere in the darkness that hides his face, red eyes gleam.
“Well?” he says.
She pouts, lip quivering. “I dreamed of bunnies, daddy,” she says, tiny taloned hands clenching into shaking fists.
In front of her, he stands. Heavy hob-nailed spike-laden boots, armour plated leather coat, a helmet whose horns branch upwards. Somewhere in the darkness that hides his face, red eyes gleam.
“Well?” he says.
She pouts, lip quivering. “I dreamed of bunnies, daddy,” she says, tiny taloned hands clenching into shaking fists.
