You should have learned the first time
Fitness Coach
Outside the witches hut, a small familiar pond beckoned the Archer-Lyall. She wasn’t sure if the strangeness lingered here still, or if it the glowing mushrooms that lined the pond were endemic to the area. Maybe it was the regular, yellow fireflies bobbing lazily in the air that had her so entranced and put her mind at ease, at least a little.
Her thick grey fur still rose along her spine as she still stepped into the water. It was unexpectedly warm, mud oozing between her toes as she submerged herself, first to her elbows, then to her shoulders, before holding her breath and plunging her head beneath the water. Why was she doing this? She couldn’t quite say. But it felt as right as it felt wrong. It was only when her head broke the surface and her vision blurred that the panic set in and she scrambled to pull herself free, paws slipping as tried frantically to pull herself from the water, shaking as quickly as she was able to get as much free from her coat as she could.
Finally, her vision began to clear and she looked down, a scream catching in her throat. Those weren't her legs! Trepidation and curiosity warred as she approached the water again, waiting for the ripples to settle so she could try and catch sight of herself. "FUCK!"
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is if I am a killer too
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