The curse— RP

CloverFeather saw Ashling run over to a limp girl who had just shot electricity at the hounds, who were dead. The hunters were all dead, killed by Ice. CloverFeather ran and fell, ran and fell, towards Ashling and when she finally reached them, her skin was pale as the white froth that came from the waves and she was breathing quickly, blood soaking into the sand.
 

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