esperkin: (D<)
[ there are sounds of laboured breathing ]

U... ugh w-what did he...

[ something drops on the ground. the journal? terra herself? ]

Wh-when did I...?

No... No! I -- I can't! Not now I -- !

Ye-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[ the scream is human at first -- then ever so slightly -- shifts into what seems quite animalistc.

as it stops -- there is silence.

the transmission eventually times out. ]


ooc )

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