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Who: Gwyn and Fenrir
What: I know you.
Where: Pan's forest.
When: Sunday, just late enough in the day that the shadows are long.
Warnings: Creepiness?
[Odd, to find a forest in the city. She prowls through, paws making no noise on the dead leaves and broken twigs, drinking in the impossibility of the place. The wild-god smell of burnt offerings and antiquity. It does not soothe the unsettled deathless feeling of the place, but there's a thrill to it making her skin crawl.
Then she stops, perks up. Another is near. Another like her.]
What: I know you.
Where: Pan's forest.
When: Sunday, just late enough in the day that the shadows are long.
Warnings: Creepiness?
[Odd, to find a forest in the city. She prowls through, paws making no noise on the dead leaves and broken twigs, drinking in the impossibility of the place. The wild-god smell of burnt offerings and antiquity. It does not soothe the unsettled deathless feeling of the place, but there's a thrill to it making her skin crawl.
Then she stops, perks up. Another is near. Another like her.]