The knack of flying

[Axelle Napier]

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Axelle’s growl faded. He obviously was too high to be a threat, and he seemed to be injured. She just stared at him now slightly cocking her head to the side, and he stared at her too. They both stared at each other for a good two minutes, and finally she inched closer and sat on her haunches before his feet. Go away? No, I’m not leaving. He looked injured, and she studied how he moved slowly and cautiously to not hurt himself.

You’re injured?

She wondered for a second if there was anything she could do for this male, but then she decided not to. She didn’t know him; neither did she really care for him. He was just here all drugged out in front of a building that she wanted to explore. She saw him as a risk, and began to growl so he told her to “Go away.” Should she?





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