My Good Heart Chapter 8 (Part Two) by VelvetPersona, literature
Literature
My Good Heart Chapter 8 (Part Two)
*~My Good Heart~* Njema slowed his sprint to a trot as he came upon the arena pits. And saw no one. “Odd…” He knew for a fact that drills would’ve been finished, and Zira would be organizing matches by now. So, where was everyone? “Nuka!” Njema withheld a grimace at the name but knew he still had keep up appearances or else blow his cover and suffer his mother’s wrath. Thus, he turned to find Tazama padding towards him. It calmed his heart somewhat to see her and—by extension—the rest of his generation (sans the little termite and his little termite bride, of course) still looking relatively healthy despite the sever lack of food and water. Tazama’s pelt still shone in rich mahogany and her heterochromatic gaze was bright and clear as she greeted him. “You made it.” “Tazama. What’s going on? Where is everybody?” Tazama made a motion to follow her, and the two of them made their way over to the few deserted caves situated near the mounds. “Your mother finally got the message
My Good Heart Chapter 8 (Part One) by VelvetPersona, literature
Literature
My Good Heart Chapter 8 (Part One)
*WARNING! WARNING! PLEASE READ!* THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DISTUBING IMAGERY. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THANK YOU. Chapter 8 ~ Angels of the Outlands “Ah, thank you, mungome.” Njema finished tying the poultice around Old Chacha’s right hind leg. The aged pangolin closed his eyes in blessed respite as the herbal wrapping seeped into the inflamed muscles and the day’s aches and pains slowly but surely ebbed into soothing numbness. “Remember to rest this leg for the next couple of days,” Njema ordered, walking back over to his fire. “I didn’t drain all that blood and pus for nothing.” Old Chacha huffed a dry chuckle. “Methinks you didn’t either. Me knows me not the best patient around and been givin’ ya Hellfire ever since. Yet, ya help anyway. Both ya do.” Njema just nodded as he smothered the fire with dirt and began gathering his remaining supplies back into his springhare carrying pouch. He’d been able to add some bat hide to it to make it bigger, so he could carry more.