so sharpen your teeth

Pupils blown wide as the effects begin to stake their claim upon his mortal form, the male finds a wavering form approaching in the darkness. A low growl rumbled within his chest, a warning to those who dared approach him while he sought commune with the spirits. The clink and jangle of tiny bones colliding with one another served a harbinger for the witch's approach, and she seemed to have little interest in slowing her pace. There was a strange aura about her, like tendrils of a web stretching around her, hues to match her eyes, and searching vines in paler hues of silver.

"hal tabhath ean albaladiat aydana?" the lilting vocals spilled from his jaws in a sultry purr, his native tongue meeting the air with little recognition to the fact that she may not speak it. A strange feeling was bubbling in his chest, one that he hadn't felt in previous instances where he partook in these mushrooms. The start of a bad trip, whether he was aware of it or not.

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