if wishes were fishes with tentacles

[wishinghell]

[ In the center of the courtyard, a young woman stands, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

If you have any kind of spiritual awareness, she probably feels like bad news. Something divine but twisted. ]

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[pawper]

[A wolf is padding by, but stops to regard this sleepy young woman, pinged by something....familiar, yet not.]

[fingerbang]

[ Lust is not a creature of any particular spiritual sensitivity, given the whole hideous aberration of screaming human souls thing. All the same, there's something that draws her here. Something that makes her approach the woman, something that makes her deign to speak. ]

I don't suppose you know your way around this place.

[ That something is being incredibly fucking lost. ]