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witchscauldronShort, brief.
A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. Rustling, unsettled air.
Hunted. Lionesses chasing, bearing down. Claws like obsidian, eyes like white fire. I run...I lose. I am marked, and I Change. I fly away.
A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. A swift movement, almost unseen.
A woman, coal black. Black skin, black hair, black fangs and black heart. Red drips from her fingernails, her claws. White fire burns in her eyes, is her eyes. I know her. She has tasted my flesh before.
She beckons. I awake.
A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. Rustling, unsettled air.
Hunted. Lionesses chasing, bearing down. Claws like obsidian, eyes like white fire. I run...I lose. I am marked, and I Change. I fly away.
A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. A swift movement, almost unseen.
A woman, coal black. Black skin, black hair, black fangs and black heart. Red drips from her fingernails, her claws. White fire burns in her eyes, is her eyes. I know her. She has tasted my flesh before.
She beckons. I awake.
