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

Anaklusmos came to the garden, burned to the ground, the only thing left standing was the sa'nok utral. Tears immeadiatly sprung to her icy eyes. "All I've worked for my entire life..." she murmured. She walked over to the elderly tree. "I'm sorry..." she whispered.
 
Anaklusmos took a branch of the tree in her hand. "Fì'u swotu thrive nìmun Eywa. Munge fìtsenge ne'ìm ne tìrey. Oel ngati kameie tsmuke. Si irayo. Pxay wll ska'a ìlä tìkawng" She whispered, her red jewel glowing, a silver glow surrounding her body.
 
Anaklusmos took a branch of the tree in her hand. "Fì'u swotu thrive nìmun Eywa. Munge fìtsenge ne'ìm ne tìrey. Oel ngati kameie tsmuke. Si irayo. Pxay wll ska'a ìlä tìkawng" She whispered, her red jewel glowing, a silver glow surrounding her body.

Omri watched her, he was almost used to the strange things that he saw.
 

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