Haunted Wood tears for fears

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she should have anticipated a mouthful from the strange wolf; he seemed like the type to hide-out in his parent's basement playing DnD and living off of stale cheetohs, but maybe her perception of him was a bit lacking. maybe he was something more foul? but the neckbeard-esque feeling did not abate.

wait a sec, you're not making sense. something about the elements? she looked at him as if he were sporting gills, or had eight legs, or in the manner she might look at an old man spouting foolish stories. if this wasn't his forest then why was he even talking to her? gosh. spooky forest, check. dunno anything about an illu-sa-whatever, but i best be off. hopefully whatever was affecting this guy wasn't transmitting to her through speech. juria began to put some space between them, not because she feared for herself physically (she was formidable in her own right), but because he was just so weird.

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