9 Circles Round 3, MullMull rubbed her stomach through the tunic and chainmail with one hand, holding the horse’s reins with the other. Her body swayed lazily in the saddle as Valiente plodded slowly down the rock hall but his ears flicked warily.9 Circles Round 3, Mull by anthropomorphiccanin
“Agh we’ve been wandering for hours, where’s the food?! We’re gonna die of starvation ‘afore we reach the Devil.”
Valiente tossed his head, catching her eye with a contemptuous look. Did you really want to eat anything Hell had to offer, it seemed to say.
You know you’re getting a touch too impertinent for your own good. Maybe I’ll just eat you. She slumped forward in the saddle. With a jolt that left her shriveled stomach back on the horse, Mull crashed to the ground. Picking herself up she brushed cave dust away with her hat and grumbled at the indignant horse, “Aye, aye, I get it. No need to be buckin’ people off. But I swear the next de