La Bestia
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The canyon is dry and hot and dusty, and Akor’s bones creak with every step. The path before him blurs for a second, one, two, before he blinks furiously and the streaks of yellow and gold sand refocus in front of him. He’s been walking for the greater part of the day - the trial started at dawn, and the sun had passed it’s peak a few twists and turns back. Should’ve rested, he thinks, should’ve drank some water, should’ve eaten beforehand, should’ve listened to ma when she explained it to him, should’ve, should’ve, should’ve. But he didn’t. And so he puts one large heavy paw in front of the other, and plods on.
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