Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House

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narrow little valley a few miles away a party of elves had found a nest of young rabbits which, in conjunction with a nearby antheap, kept them amused for a while.
Even the meek and blind and voiceless have gods.
Heme the of leaves, aware even as his vision fogged that elves were overtaking him on either side, pacing him, waiting for him to ...
The leaves exploded. The little god was briefly aware of a fanged shape, all arms and vengeance. Then there were a couple of disheveled humans, one of them waving an iron bar around its head.
Heme didn’t wait to see what happened next. He dived through the apparition’s Hunted, god of the chased, crept through the bushes and wished fervently that gods had gods.The elves had their backs to him as they hunkered down to watch closely.Heme the Hunted crawled under a clump of bramble, tensed, and sprang.He sank his teeth in an elfs calf until they met, and was flung away as it screamed and turned.He dropped and ran.That was the problem. He wasn’t built to fight, there was not an ounce of predator in him. Attack and run, that was the only option.256LOR06 ft/VO LftD/£6And elves could run faster.He bounced over logs and skidded through drifts