Druida P.O.V.A man charges at me, and I block his punch with my arm, sweeping his feet from the ground, bursting his heart with my magic as he goes down. He is dead before he reaches the ground. I keep moving, wanting, needing, to find my mates and my parents. I look for my parents first, seeing them fight and work side by side. Someone is coming at my mom from the side, and I burst his heart as well, and he goes down the second she realises he is there. Her eyes search the camp, find me and nod gratefully. I can see her brain working, but I do not have the time to think more about it for now. If she works it out, then she does, and I’ll have to deal with it, but hopefully I can keep it from her for now. Men are running out of tents, shifting into dirty ragged wolves or just attacking with what they have within reach. All of them, or the majority of them, are naked. Ew. I could have been without the graphics of these small endowed species of the male kind, but beggars can’t be choo
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