when the fir needles fall // return

[Sundayprayers]

  Eh nope. The very hairs on Sunday's spine stood and bristled lowly in response to Augustin reappearing. Hell, for all sake and purpose he had more than any kind of regrets for Augustin to randomly die. He wished it from the bottom of his heart, and he was disgusted.  He shot the mountain lion a look of deepest loathing, Jer did not deserve this kind of torture.

If you know anything about Augustin, you would run the farthest away from him. Where the darkness and the sun wouldn't touch nor shine. thought Sunday making up his mind.  There was many things that he was almost confident that he knew that Augustin was responsible for, and it was high time for the bastard to start making payments for the sins that he committed.  Sunday was guilty of only one thing, and it was jealous provoked.

Augustin was guilty of so much more and it made the devil himself seem like a saint.  Not sparing a second glance, and keeping most of his thoughts together, he dug his claws into the sands beneath him.  Augustin had this coming for many a moons now, and what could be the worst thing that mountain lion could do to him? Kill him? No, Augustin needed him, like a child needed a toy.

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