Swiftcurrent Creek universum

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When she heard her name called, she barely recognized it. The voice spoke to her soul, bewitched still from her resurrection. At this point, a day had passed which she had spent in self-loathing. The cocktail her body created was not one she willingly consumed- but it bubbled and boiled in her bloodstream nonetheless.

A day later and she was both intoxicated and ravenous. Her heart battered within her chest. She answered his summons like an obedient servant, her pupils dilated and glossy when she looked upon him. 

When she saw him, she thought she understood her purpose. 

A life had been given back to her- and now, he had come to create more, with her. 

She chattered her teeth together in deference, approaching with ears slicked back to greet the witch’s apprentice like a willing familiar. Her tail swung low, from side to side and she sought to beseech and invite with a soft whine.