Wessex as the obvious target? Acceptable.
Spheres of red and gold suddenly lob out of the darkness, shimmering brilliantly as if lit from within. There's a joyful sound that accompanies the colours which only adds a strange and confusing quality to the ominous grating sound of claws on the wall.
Wessex is struck squarely in the chest, and as she is, glitter explodes outward. Her nose grows red and even her ascended senses will be able to detect the bright and obnoxious scent of wintergreen that now lingers on her.
In the darkness, two pairs of red eyes peer out from behind a fringe of needle-sharp green. The scent of pine is overwhelming.
Until the end of LN, Wessex has a red nose and reeks of wintergreen.
Spheres of red and gold suddenly lob out of the darkness, shimmering brilliantly as if lit from within. There's a joyful sound that accompanies the colours which only adds a strange and confusing quality to the ominous grating sound of claws on the wall.
Wessex is struck squarely in the chest, and as she is, glitter explodes outward. Her nose grows red and even her ascended senses will be able to detect the bright and obnoxious scent of wintergreen that now lingers on her.
In the darkness, two pairs of red eyes peer out from behind a fringe of needle-sharp green. The scent of pine is overwhelming.
Until the end of LN, Wessex has a red nose and reeks of wintergreen.
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