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There was an ethereal quality to the pale woman -- perhaps she was a ghost after all? Eris thought not, but Discordia wasn't quite sure. The puppetmaster reclined, certain now with a larger dose of the hallucinogens the alter-ego would control itself. That was, after all, where this farce of a mask drew her strength from. Eris could almost nap behind the scenes, falling into a half-daze as the mud-caked wolf tossed her muzzle back to the skies and began to howl. It was a low sound at first, quiet and slowly rising into the deep and resonating tone of the wolf -- even this was different from Eris's howl, which carried a twinge of the lilting coyote sound to it. Discordia was happy to sing to the stars, and as she did so she began to sway, body writhing and arms trembling as she did so. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, the whole world seeming the swirl around her. The stars above had great silver trails, and the moon seemed to glow brighter than she'd ever seen it in life.
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