Where Wild Things Roam
Her face elongates and spines erupt over her smooth flesh in advance of a coat.
The medicine man staggers back, and my own breath catches, seeing now what he could see. The white streak of paint has turned blood red and glows. Anna hangs her head, a keening wail rising from her. A bolt of lightning, white hot and blinding, streaks downward. Striking her, it crackles with hot pink fire along her body, then fans out in a venous blue-white circle as its massive burst of electricity diffuses into ground.
The percussion knocks all of us backwards, throwing us to the ground and with a massive rumble, the thunder begins with the flapping of powerful wings. I struggle to sit upright, staring at what
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