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She hears it all. She hears of a sickness rampaging through the Grounds. She hears of their inability to judge situations correctly.
She also knows it has been a long time since she’s had a hunt.
The Banshee, draped in a billowing gown, torn and a dusty mess, wanders the Woodlands — her song a mournful one, hauntingly beautiful, echoes from the trunks of the trees until the entirety of it is ensconced in her call. They will hear it. They will come.
And they will play.
This is a rare creature sighting!
You have 48 hours to reply.
Warning: this sighting can be dangerous!
She also knows it has been a long time since she’s had a hunt.
The Banshee, draped in a billowing gown, torn and a dusty mess, wanders the Woodlands — her song a mournful one, hauntingly beautiful, echoes from the trunks of the trees until the entirety of it is ensconced in her call. They will hear it. They will come.
And they will play.
This is a rare creature sighting!
You have 48 hours to reply.
Warning: this sighting can be dangerous!
