Ravensblood Forest whipworm
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Vermin girl settled in the shadows, blending with them, a pair of dull silver peering through the mist as it settled on a late night Murkwood.

She could run. Part of her wanted to be chased, maybe even dragged back; the taste of thrill hung on hot breaths.

She'd stay put, watching, listening. She'd learned a few things already, little habits and traits here and there. There were newer members as well, which she hoped to gain some insight on. The girl leaned into a stretch, craned her neck to look up to a starless sky, dark clouds shifting in the night.

Worm looked to the sea that she had come for, nothing more than a vast stretch of blue, the wind still and silent, even the waves merely lapped at the shoreline.
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whipworm - by Worm - February 05, 2025, 02:36 AM