Shady

"There's no life left to be had," she said, brushing the snow off her hands from where she'd fallen back onto them. "People are coming from me, and they're going ...

Ky sighed again, resigning herself to the fact that it wasn't going to work. She'd fooled him just like she fooled everyone, into thinking she was nice when she was ...

She sighed, looking at him without the first idea of how to answer that. “Are you saying I’m not good enough to even be a snack?”

This was getting ridiculous. What was she saying — this had already been ridiculous. “I’ll help your foot,” she said, deciding to try a bargain. “Then you help me. It’s ...

She really couldn't do anything right, could she? She couldn't even convince the Marrow Man himself to kill her. Wasn't that kind of what he did? Surely all the children ...

Ky fell back, flinching, as he stomped his foot -- revealing her true cowardice. It had to have hurt, with the state of the rot. "I'm sorry you have to ...

"There are children there," she said firmly, ignoring the fact that she herself was not an adult, and also trying to shove down the prick of emotion that ran through ...

She shuddered at that. Did he plan on making it slow, then? Why shouldn't he? It was just her luck. The macabre death she deserved. "I fear pain, not death." ...

She looked back at him, still so perplexed by this entire situation. How was she even supposed to answer that? She couldn't very well deny she was afraid. She was ...

She blinked at him, eyes wide, horrified at watching him tear through the bear's flesh, seeming not to notice the blood that dripped down his hands and splattered on the ...

(haha basically, yes) She couldn't agree more with that assessment -- she was stupid. Out here wandering around in the dark, playing doctor -- veterinarian? - for the Marrow Man ...

She shrank under his gaze, looking down at her arm instead of meeting his gaze. "It's what's best for everyone." She pulled off the poultice they'd pressed against her wound. ...

Ky's trembling redoubled at the growl, but he wasn't looking at her, so she had to force herself to believe that meant he wasn't going to lash out at her. ...

She hesitantly took the cloth from him, being sure not to touch him in the process, then realized it didn't actually matter since she was going to have to break ...

"I-I don't know if you can rub it off," she said timidly. She'd only ever seen it treated with antibiotics, and she certainly didn't have any of those on her. ...