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Beautiful Insanity
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The Shaman slept restlessly, her dreams beseiged by a nightmarish face. Erik loomed over her, taunting her. She thrashed against the clinging cold of the dream, cringing away from the hand reaching for her. Erik's laugh filled her ears as she jerked awake, panting. It would have been two years this january, and still she had nightmares about the male who she'd once loved. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A howl came to her and she winced, the sound being louder than she was used to upon waking up. The call was urgent, though, and came from Jazper.
Deuce grabbed her pack moments after getting out of bed and headed to where her adopted son's cry had issued from, her heart in her throat. She pulled him to her on seeing him, hugging him tightly, then pulled away and inspected him rapidly. "Is everything okay? What's wrong? Who's hurt?" Question after question issued from the Shaman's mouth, anxiety making her heart race faster than usual.
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