Iridian
As I slipped on my clothes, I was hyperaware of the cold marble that sat in my hand, waiting patiently for its moment to shine.
"I know the game is about taking risks, but that---that was insane." Camille exhaled, and I couldn't help notice the slight tremble of her hands. This was the most I had heard Camille speak, Helena too from the looks of it. "What was that? What kind of---thing makes that sound?"
"It was a bobcat. A poisonous one apparently." I grimaced. I left out one fact, that the inhuman wailing hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the old crone.
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