Aarun

"Why'd you do that, Moe?"

His thoughts were as though they were augured by a prophet. He let his rage sink into the abyss of his consciousness.

He wanted to make apt meaning of what was happening at that moment. He couldn't be sure what he had heard or seen.

His patience was being pored by curiosity and that should never be a mill around his neck. His wills were whooshing as his veil was unveiled.

His marks trailed tracks on the consciousness of his being. He was just as heavy as the weightiest mountain ever grown.

His pain would subside but he needed his rage to be soothed. He had no idea what pain he was referring to. He hadn't thought he was in any pain. He wasn't savoring any gaunt gores.

Except from the claws of the annoying but comely creature he had met few hours ago. He tried concentrating and making meaning of quite the numbers of ambiguous things before him.