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<div align="center"><font face="5" COLOR="666669">Dear Jaciel,</div> <br>
<div align="center"><IMG src="Icons/bgIntegration/TeshekruDeyanira360px.dds" width=360 height=360> </div> <br>
<font face="5" COLOR="666669">You've asked me two write down what happened to me, so that I can finally break out of the rigor and numbness that night left me in.<br>
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I don't know where to start. I'm still shocked. The wounds haven't healed yet, and I can even feel the clutches of the Void on my soul. She hadn't murdered my body, though she was so close to it. How did it happen? Why? I only see flashes, images of that evening.<br>
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Whenever I see one of our Mistress' falls I shudder, begin to feel uneasy, want to flee. It's where we met. I remember her, how sweet she could talk, how gentle her touch was. All a lie, a lie!<br>
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I should have ignored her. I should have listened to the warnings. I don't recall where it happened. It was a dark place, a forsaken one. If it was her room, or an empty alley, that I can't say.<br>
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With her I went, hoping for a night of closeness and sharing. She had other plans. I don't recall her bite, but I can still feel how my life and Magicka was devoured. A dull throbbing, an emptiness creeping through my whole being. Neither do I recall her tearing my kilt to pieces, but I can still feel her claws ripping through my most private area. Like a hare in a wolf's maw I was. And today I am like a tree that was caught in a avalanche. Beaten, wounded, maybe even deracinated lying around left for dying.<br>
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I won't. I will go on. The wounds will heal, and in our Mistress' falls my Magicka will replenish. If only the images in my mind would disappear as easy as the drawnings of that moment, when I toss them into flames.<br>
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Shouldn't the predator forget about the prey? Many weeks have passed, and she still has her smug smile when looking in my direction. There's a dark fire in her eyes, lusting after us, so our lives can satisfy her hunger.<br>
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Why did our Mistress accept her into Her service in the first place? Why was Teshekru allowed to walk among the Nocturnals? Did she wanted us to experience that there's more than one darkness, even kinds of darkness we have to fear?<br>
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No. Our Mistress isn't cruel. And, I hesitate to say so, the Seducer isn't, either. She's what she is, like a wolf isn't cruel to the hare. I survived her assault. Barely, but I did. I will recover. I must.<br>
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You need to send warnings to our sisters. She must not do to others what she did to me. I feel to ashamed to do so. Blinded I was. In my vanity I even pleaded for their case, so more of her kind now live among us. How can you forgive me? How can I forgive myself? I didn't realize her kind's nature before it was too late.<br>
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<div align="right"> <font face="5" COLOR="000000"> Deyanira
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