The Target remains unaware, though I grow closer by the day. He fancies himself a lion, mane and all, a fierce defender of the people he 'loves.' If that is the case, then I am the hunter. His hide will make a beautiful rug for my sitting room.
27 days.
I'm oddly fascinated by your poetic style of writing, Whitecrow.
ReplyDeleteYou should add a follower widget here, so I can follow your blog without needing to go through your profile, damnit. -.-
Ah, but you could end up inadvertently warning my Target, and I can't have that now, can I?
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