Sequoia Coast wahine

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So close; she was drawing so close to the angels! Yet before she could reach their sweet siren songs, a black figure stepped before her with one of the sweet ballerinas locked between his jaws. Lulu stopped where she stood, her heart racing and her eyes locked, as she waited for the lapu to make a move. A snarl ripped across her maw, though it was broken by occasional whimpers and licks to her nose. Stay back! she called out, though fear obviously lined her words. Lulu crouched down with her tail between her hind legs and her paws covering her ears, waiting for the spirit to expose its inner wrath.

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