Firefly Glen the black magic of mulholland drive

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the sun begun its descent, painting the land sprawled out before her in shimmering golds in its last act of defiance until night and the moon chased it away. it paints the sky in a beautiful myriad of colors: some vibrant and others soft pastels. having come face to face with four of those that could've been her own personal reaper, praimfaya feels a new appreciation for the simple beauty of the world around her. just as she feels appreciation and a deep connection to the four souls whose memories lived on in the four deliberate claw marks on her left shoulder; a memorial of the flesh.

she stretches, taking a break from her patrol; sniffing out a lone fox trail that was tempting her into the heart of firefly glen to hunt it. remembering the last time she'd been caught and reprimanded for breaking hydra's rule of leaving moonspear's borders in pairs, praimfaya dismisses the would-be hunt; lingering in the purgatory of no-man's-land between.

a shadow catches her eye; a wolf, and she lets out a chuff to garner the stranger's attention.