The Slynx sits on dark branches and howls a wild, sad howl—*eeeeennxx, eeeeennxx, eeenx-a-leeeeeennnxx!*—but no one ever sees it. If you wander into the forest it jumps on your neck from behind: *hop!* It grabs your spine in its teeth—*crunch*—and picks out the big vein with its claw and breaks it. All the reason runs right out of you.
— Dec 25, 2021 05:53PM
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