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[Brittany Tyven]

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Brittany ran her fingertips along the leaves of her freshly, replanted pompous grass, quite pleased with how it was adjusting to its new home. Having moved back to Verity Isle, she was curious about her new surroundings, so she set the watering pot down and strolled into her yard towards the ocean. Being on the northern tip of the Isle, next to the lycaeum, her house had an ocean view of the western, eastern, and northern directions. She walked west to the shore, and gazed over the ocean, listening to the relaxing sound of the melodic waves and admiring the brilliant, setting sun.

It was then that she heard it, a low growling sound coming from behind her. She tensed and slowly turned. Before her, was crouched a large, snarling wolf - showing its teeth, drooling and looking directly at her. She began to tremble, having no idea what to do. Suddenly, it began running towards her and leaped into the air. She instinctively brought her arms to her face, terror overwhelming her body. However, instead of feeling teeth tearing through her flesh, she heard a loud thump and a high pitched whimper. Opening her eyes, she saw a man dressed mostly in black and wearing a mask that covered the majority of his face. She was unable to get a good look at him as he moved with great speed and agility. He had the wolf in his hands, the wolf’s head dangling from its body, the neck broken.

As quickly as the figure had arrived, it disappeared, tossing a crimson bandana to the ground before zipping away into the woods. Brit stood, dumbfounded and looking to the dead, broken wolf before her. She approached the scene carefully and picked up the bandana, staring in awe towards the forest.
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aka - Rhiannon


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