The Astarte of the B

The weary farmer on the dike looked up; passersby were the rare and precious topic of conversation in their impoverished lives.,Somewhere so far that even a king's urine couldn't reach, that's where those humans came from, right,A deafening, chilling crack echoed through the air. The lively and loyal pup exploded into a shower of blood and screams before it even hit the ground.。