I relate:
"Nesi had made her appeal, spilling her heart to a deity she knew for a fact she should not trust and had to try anyway, in that little, homey cabin in the Woods where the Fox had made a den for themself.
And after having done so, she'd been met with an utter silence and stillness reminiscent of the moment before the hunter's pounce, the flash of teeth."
— Jul 19, 2026 08:46AM
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