First Blood

Humans are unusual. From distance like porcelain doll. White face and red lips. Cool. Up close more brown and hot. Smell like food and fear.  Mir’ Itus, he used to them. Noises, snuffles, coughs. Farts. Oh so noble. I like the spirit woman. She quiet. Smell? She smell like rope from the sea ships. Nice. Like pirate smell. Neiki her name. She talk with me …

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First Blood

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