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JUST AS A NOTE: LD will not be sticking around after the act, this is a one and done! She’ll go back to the gang after this!

Once, she had come across a raving fiend in the desert. It was from this raving fiend that she learned of the seasons and how they screamed into your body like fires through forests.

It was in this that she knew what her dreams yelled to her.

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The dreams demanded blood, the gods in the small places demanded a vessel. She was remiss to ignore what needed to be done.

Away slipped the rattlesnake in the early morn, that first day, leaving behind only a trace of wreathing heat scent where she had once been, and she climbed into the mountains. There, she would lurk, back pressed to a stone, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings.

Just until she stopped smelling like this. Just until then.