Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

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the swelled river cut in two ribbons on either side of a small earthen island. it was here the spice-edged jezebel found her footing, jaws around the throat of a fawn. it had thought to escape the shadewood and make for the current, but erzulie had given pursuit.
panting, the downpour slicking chai-tea pelt to her muscled figure, the beta hauled her catch into the grass and hunched over it, sides heaving with exertion and irritation ticking in the mismatched gaze.