Wheeling Gull Isle it must be that old evil spirit; so deep down in your ground
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Ooc — thalia
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she plummets. 

warps and tenses as she is confronted with the violence of consciousness, spends a long moment fumbling in the dark. and then her eyes fly open, and she recoils, away from the crimson edged fangs, the shadow. "do not touch me." she hisses, low and raspy. grunting in pain as she leans on the left forelimb still angling away from her body in and angle that is entirely wrong.

she sways, barely discernable. "who are you?" the words are blurred as if her tongue had slipped on the edges of the syllables. she's only got a finite number of legs, and she can not afford to have this interaction go as poorly as those previous.
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