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She seemed to have lost track of time; she'd meant to get around sooner. The wendigo was meaning becoming a tangible mass again, since she'd really had no form other than possessions. With no possession, she was sort of just there. Everywhere really. Look under a stone, she was there. Swallow some prey, oh look she was heading to your belly. She was a divided spirit, not really living nor dying. Just simply existing everywhere and no where at the same time. It wasn't a bad existence, it was actually rather peaceful. Her fiery mind was calmed, her thoughts coming slow as a sea cucumber finishing a race. The peace was probably what got to her, that and the hunger. You weren't supposed to be hungry with such an existence, you couldn't be hungry in such an existence. Yet here she was, a humble Wendigo craving for flesh. Meat. The thought excited her, sending a wave of excitement through her. Shattered could've sworn she hadn't been real just a moment before, yet here she was, a canine of sorts. A breed Nighty couldn't name yet, since she was still debating it herself. The candid didn't have any mutations yet either it seemed, though she knew those would come along soon enough. Paddling over to the sort of bubble wrapped camp, she couldn't help but whistle. That must've ment she was inside, added with the fact that she was standing. The large dog put on a devilish smile, muttering something under her breath. Oi! Get your soggy arses over here! I'm Shatteredglass and I wanna join! Hopefully you aren't a bunch o' pea brains, so you should rememba' mai! Was that an Irish accent she picked up? Perhaps it was, though she would have to further speculate on the matter. Hopefully that wasn't too strong either, since she knew these were a bunch of pro clan lackies and all. She supposed her sister would be here anyways, the thought bringing a shine to her amber optics. Sweet sweet Akai was in for some (hopefully harmless) torment. This day was just getting better wasn't it?
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