Family Trade

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Prologue, Page 3

obiwentz

on Jan. 23, 2012

Pressing its back against the wall, feeling the ribbed texture of brick and mortar pressed against its scales. The creature swiveled its head from one side to another, frantically searching high and low for any other alternative to the looming presence approaching.
"What is this!?” The reptile’s voice snarled in the midnight air. “What do you want with me?” It added, with a muffled cough. The pale-green blood of the target began to glisten in the moonlit alleyway, a trail the length of the alley, leading directly to it. The blood trickled from the mouth and side of the creature, having been wounded just recently.
When the man in pursuit didn’t respond to the questions, the creature cried out again. “WHAT?!”