Raven's Watch Like a jail cell, a penitentiary

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How far along the lake he had made it was no longer able to be remembered, his mind thrown into a state of panic. One second he was wandering by himself, perfectly content, and then the next all hell had broken loose. His movements ceased and his legs grew stiff, even his breathing having slowed considerably before speeding back up. There was a streak of tawny fur, trailed after by a blur of white, which left the boy trembling. As he watched the two fall beneath the surface of the water, he could do nothing aside from stare, mouth agape. His body trembled and his tail found its way between his thighs at record speed, tucked so tightly that is was nearly grazing his underside. He could not move, could not speak, and then his world came crashing down around him.

The pair resurfaced with the smaller of the canines being dragged to the shore, only to have his throat torn out. Witnessing yet another murder brought back the memory of Vixen, his eyes glazing over as he recalled how the life had drained from hers. Trapped within a trance, Eros hadn’t realized that his mouth was open, nor that there was a shrill scream ripping through his throat. The sound, though almost painfully loud, fell on deaf ears—all he could hear was the sound of his own breaths, short and quick, as the murder of the red woman replayed in his head over and over again.

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