Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm, Part Thirteen
Gefyllanith awoke, shivering. It was dark, and chilly. Autumn was coming. He lay still upon the tomb. I dozed off, he realized. How unprofessional of me. Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm, Part Thirteen | @MDellertDotCom #Dragons, #FantasyFiction
Sixth Day of September
Gefyllanith awoke, shivering. It was dark, and chilly. Autumn was coming. He lay still upon the tomb. I dozed off, he realized. How unprofessional of me.
The tomb was silent, the spirit within quiescent.
Gefyllanith squinted about him, licked at the air with his tongue. No prey. The rueful thought disappointed him. The hunger grew within him once more. How long was…
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