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Anyway, had a taste of that chewy cookie at last, and my final verdict is it's good but expensive. That'd be my first and last time. Would rather splurge on puddings anytime.

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟖-𝟐𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌 𝐊𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.

Why do I feel like this kinda looks like a mugshot.

Trusty calendars just reminded me that today is Friday and we all know what Friday means! Help a girl out? ◡̈ (RTs are greatly appreciated! 🪷🧚)

Luka nodded, her regal stance unwavering. “Locked away, unwanted. But the ward’s magic stirs what was sealed and now they resurface. Let me show you a fragment, so you understand.” She placed her nose against Gill’s forehead. This time, the memory flowed controlled and complete.

It took him a moment to connect the dots before it hit him. Gill turned his head to Luka, his face looked visibly surprised. “That’s why you didn’t want me here? The memories…?” he asked carefully.

Elyndra’s eyes widened, her bow forgotten as she stared at the Fenrir. “The White Fury... you... you’re bound to her…?” Her words caught Gill’s attention. White Fury?

Gill blinked and pulled back, exhaling as he tried to steady himself. “What... was that? Not my memories, Luka. Yours...?” Luka nodded, her gaze meeting his. “Damn. You were a beast back then.”

— the headache ebbed to a dull throb, slowly fading away. “Enough,” her telepathic voice soothed him, steady and warm. “The Elderheart remembers me through our bond, it reaches for you. Step no closer, or the echoes will consume you.”

Then, a shimmer of light ripped through the air. Luka materialized in a burst of bluish mist, her massive form blocking Gill’s path. She placed her snout on his shoulder gently, grounding him, severing the magical feedback loop. The visions cut off abruptly, —

— spells weaving luminous chains that burned like fire. Confusion hit hard, these weren’t his memories. For the record, he never had paws. What the hell was happening? The visions intensified with each step closer, the hammering headache kept building up, threatening to drop him.

Fragments of visions flooded in, pulling him into a first-person haze. Paws pounding the ground, eyes blazing, fur matted with rage as trees splintered under feral claws. Another flash showed him howling in the middle of a circle of elves, —

But as he neared the threshold, something stirred. The air around the house thickened, he felt a subtle hum of magic vibrated through his bond with Luka. Gill’s vision blurred, a sharp headache lanced through his temples. He staggered, clutching his head.

“Clever bastard,” Gill chuckled. “But I’m not his errand boy.” The faint magic from the paper made sense now—a lure, probably enchanted to draw him in. He took a casual step forward. “Look, no hard feelings about the arrow. Let’s chat this out like civilized immortals—”

Elyndra lowered her bow slightly, studying him. “He’s my uncle, Varyn. Banished years ago for coveting the Elderheart, a relic here that could usurp my father’s throne. The wards bar all living elves, especially him. But you... undead. He must have thought you’d slip through.”

“The one who sent me?” Gill paused, his mind sorted through the possibilities and stopped at this particular one that had been tugging on his mind. “The tall middle-aged man with silver hair…? Yeah, he mentioned a job. Didn’t say it involved elf politics.”

She nocked another arrow, but hesitated. “You’re no living thing. What are you?” “Vampire,” he replied with a grin. “Name’s Gill. You?” “Elyndra,” she said curtly. “Daughter of Chief Thalor. This house is warded against the living—especially traitors like the one who sent you.”

“You,” she said, her voice was soft, “are not welcome here. Leave, or the next arrow will find its mark.” Gill dusted off his hands. “Lady, if I wanted to get in that bad, I’d have crushed the walls down by now. But since you shot first...” He stepped forward, testing her.

In the house’s doorway stood a female elf, bow still raised. Sharp emerald eyes, silver hair cascaded like moonlight, with pointed ears that were adorned with leaf-like jewels. Her expression was something that was more of a guarded wariness, as if assessing a threat.

— The arrow embedded in a tree behind him with a thud. He looked up, fangs bared.