The chrysalis wormed its control fibers through and under the skin of her wrists, and into the muscle. It felt hungry - pushed too far in a way that was unpleasant if not entirely unfamiliar.
The recently birthed ones always did this; they had yet to learn that their pilots were not food.
The recently birthed ones always did this; they had yet to learn that their pilots were not food.
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'At last', she smiled, baring wicked fangs each larger than who she had been but moments before.
At last. The world was the right size again.
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I've been trying to write like this too. Can i ask you for advice?