08-01-2010, 11:34 AM
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[/html]Title lyrics by Bill Callahan of Smog
Aquilina (no surname)
Feb. 19, 2010
Non-Luperci
Eastern Timber Wolf
Female
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IC post date set on Aug. 1, 2010 in Hill of Graves.
A bodily earthquake of fear shook Aquilina as she took tentative steps towards the border. A deathly silent, invisible creature suddenly grasped her throat with sunk-in claws. She stumbled backwards in shock, but promptly tripped on a root and fell the the ground. Its claws sunk deeper and maniacal laughter echoed in the girl's skull. She tried not to draw attention while lying on her back being wracked by tremors, so she ignored the evil thing living in her head by shutting her eyes tight and fighting for air in near complete silence. The creature's interest waned and its grasp slowly weakened until it completely receded back to its hole in Aquilina's head. The shaking and gasping finally died, too.
Her untimely anxiety attacks were getting worse, and each time after left her feeling more and more empty. Tonight the emptiness was in her favor, because fears of facing this land's pack vanished. Aquilina's shell was left to do the walking and talking while her core curled up like a careless, floating fetus. She stood up and shook out the aftershocks, but just as she was about to take a step forward again she froze in mid-walk position. Senses told her someone else shared the moonlight...