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>Draw your sword.
“Stick close.” You draw your black rapier from your side–long, dark, slender, an heirloom of your family. “And do not scream.”
The nun’s face runs pale as she grabs your shoulder, ducking behind you in an attempt to hide her much larger mass behind your much smaller frame. You scan the horizon–all about you, white petals dancing in the air, black trees looming just behind..
The thing seems to take shape out of the flowers, a pale being bounding into the field and kicking up flowers about it. Its speed is dizzying, so much so that even you have trouble following it. A GREAT, WHITE WOLF–one of the largest you’ve ever seen–courses through the field in a sprint before kicking up flowers as it drags itself to a halt.
Is that..?” The nun’s trembling fingers tighten on your shoulder.
You eye it, blade at the ready. You can’t say you’ve fought anything of its breadth, but your breath remains calm and your grip remains steady. You have fought the country’s best before. You consider yourself among the best swordstresses of the night. You can put down some stray mutt. You need not worry.
The wolf eyes you and the nun, its gaze indescribable as it begins to pad along the field slowly–seemingly trying to circle you, perhaps? A wild animal, or a monster..? You can’t quite discern its true nature. Regardless.. you still feel some strange tickle onthe back of your neck. The uneasy feeling that something is wrong.
>Make the first move. Your first stroke will be decisive.
>Slowly back up and retreat. You may be strong, but you’ve never fought while protecting some squishy human before.
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.
>Flirt(???).
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