ELEVEN – NAILEA.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered to the rogue that stood in front of me, feeling like a complete i***t as I said that. I obviously wasn’t going to hurt it. If anything, it would do the hurting.
I crawled backwards on my hands, wincing each time something sharp pressed against my palm. I was going as slowly as I could so that the rogue would not feel threatened by a sudden movement.
“My name is Nailea,” I introduced, knowing fully well that it was not going to save me from the hunger of this rogue.
With each hand that I moved backwards, the rogue moved one of its fore paws forward, never letting me out of its sight.
Slowly but steadily, I got off my hands and rose to my feet.
“I’m just like you, you know.” I tried to create some form of understanding between u
