The rising dawn burned slowly through the thin ghostly mist that veiled the village Silas's unconscious body lay outside the two storey rounded tavern, sheltered beneath a run down cart. A scraggly cat with balding patches swayed towards him its crooked wire like tail up in the air, Morag's red streaked green eyes fixed at the clay bottle cradled in his arms, bleeding drops liquor from its lip onto its owners tunic.
He woke up groaning and spurting on a morsel of jarring air, dark mud eyes twitching from the morning light empty face wretched with wrinkles across his burnt golden skin. Silas starred at the clearing mist above the orange cracking sky breaking in a new day. His worn body ached but he could feel something gently stroke his leg a soft purring and tender paws bounding up his body pressing into his stomach her eyes fixed on the bottle coyly submissively purred at him.
"get away" he gargled his menacing tone came out soft his mouth still numb from the alcohol that fouled his breath he propped himself up on his elbows, his cold steely grey eyes small and beady beneath the worn face it lay in "I earned my swill" he moaned childishly gripping the bottle tighter.
Morag hissed glaring her sharpened teeth at him her eyes blazing angrily, her hisses forming into faint words "seeee ifffff IIIIII careeeee" and sauntered off her head held high tail up haughtily in the air.
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