Haunted Wood tears for fears

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had she not been so worn out, juria would have been keenly attuned to the stars above her head. she would have been vying for a place among them - or as near to them as possible - so as to reach an understanding. to speak with them, commune, drift from spot to spot of light, and remember all that her mother had taught to her. the darkness was overwhelming her at this point. the single star blossomed in to a handful, in to many, and still she kept her head down and averted; she yearned to stare upon the constellations and remember her mother, but knowing of the pain she'd feel as well... juria chose to avoid the pain, focus on the physical world around her and not the spiritual, the present rather than the past, and sank deeper into her foul mood.

it was at this point - this precipice - that a voice boomed from the darkness, startling her ears and making juria jam on the brakes. she halted instantly; and as her dark fur puffed, she spun in place and hunted for the body (she presumed) would be attached. the words themselves faded on the air; she rhuminated over them for a split-second as she spied the dark beast, almost like a knight versus a dragon or something of equal calibur, and the first thing to pop out of her mouth was:

that's a mouthful of a name - you sure that's where i am? her brow was furrowed and she looked at him the way an adult might look at a child blathering on about their favorite cartoons. kind of like, yeah bud, just stay over there with your toys. whether this stranger posed any real danger or not, she'd soon come to understand. for now though, juria was struggling to take him seriously at all. after a breath she added: sorry, is this your forest?

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