Ever since I can recall, I've had a fear of things that fly. It is not so much the
breed or appearance of the flying monsters that really get to me, it's the sound. The sound of their fingerless arms aiding their flight to my ear canals. The rubbing and flapping of feather against feather, the way they bobble around without a care for others, searching for bread crumbs left from blueberry muffins.
I'm stepping out, going to be the bigger creature, and give these fingerless creatures a chance. Above is a group of enemies. I'll keep them close, keep the circle tight, they can't over take me; I've got fingers.
face your fears, step from that circle
-lowt
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