Finding a fisherman unaware of our presance (we hunt in pacts). Water flowing in and out of your gils almost tingling and tickling adrenalin making you want to pounce. Our voices above water can not be heard sweetly but below it's as if a heavenly sprit was speaking. My hair hanging right on my chest. Taking my finger notioing come here. Grab onto some peice of clothing closes and pull down. Drown them, then taking one by one devoring them. The smell of blood threw out your nose hungering for more.
Hope you stick around for the rest of the story.
-Aphrolonda
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