Tonight is not going well

[Xeris]

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ooc-ness Tonight, Xeris had decided to take a different route to her usual sleeping place. She'd remembered the graveyard where she met Kvæsir, and for some reason wanted to go back there. It was in her curious nature to investigate places she hadn't spent much time in--for better or worse. She walked quietly, in her lupus form, beside the graves, careful to avoid stepping on the piles of dirt where she thought a body might have been laid to rest. Why she came out here, she'd never know. It was, for lack of a better phrase, just plain creepy. The white wolfess thought to herself that perhaps she just enjoyed the thrill of such an eerie place. Just as she was thinking about the eerie atmosphere of the graveyard, Xeris suddenly heard something. A voice. Was it a ghost? Was it the spirit of some vengeful human out to get her? Her golden eyes scanned the area in a slight panic, and she decided that it was best to leave. Then the voice spoke again. Xeris picked up her pace walking away from the graveyard, and was quite suddenly startled by a shape that seemed to appear out of nowhere; upon closer inspection it was another white wolfess. Xeris allowed a sigh of relief to escape her mouth; she must have just heard this woman speak. "Excuse me," she began, "Was it you I heard just now?"

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