Sequoia Coast wahine

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Despite the being's reassurance, fear held Lulu locked in place against the rough sands of the beach. One couldn't trust the spirits of the dead, for they no longer knew of values and earthly standards. She lifted herself slowly, ready to make her retreat, though as she rose to her paws, Lulu silently studied the lapu's frame. It was darker than the night with eyes which shone into her soul. Around it was an aura of crow-colored dust, floating just close enough to its body to be noted. Though the voice it used was a collection of throaty bass and harsh tones, it held a sort of comforting attraction. Despite this all, Lulu remained where she was, one paw lifted as though she was preparing to approach.

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