~*~The Pack of TrueBlood: A Werewolf RP~*~ (Now open!)

Anaklusmos tried to respond, but more tears and sobs corrupted her voice, and her throt was completely dry. She grasped her blade tightly.
 
"I can see the Beast, swimming through the water... attacking me..." she breathed, her face shocked and eyes still golden. An eerie echo was added to her voice. "I can hear my own caeterwauling..."
 

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