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That Which Lures

To the closest call she responds with her resilient wolf’s howl. Understanding and realizing the hook for what it is. An Icarus full of cockiness and bold flair daring her to draw closer to the sun. He casts his spell against the natural laws, trying to entrap her naïve passions. When running, he chases. Her only recourse, to turn and face the predator from within her. Having escaped the predator’s grasping talion’s, she has a deeper intuitive drive to shield her creative fire from destruction. The young maiden’s well-honed senses and heightened hearing will forewarn her of his presence in her woods. His lonely quest for redemption is recognized for the clever trap it is, set against the way things are. Her youthful exuberance cannot lead her to danger. No longer lingering prey to the enchanter will she be. She has developed a maturity, not the guileless follower of any pretty jewel that appears. Instead she tends her fire well, creating her own palace within the world as it is.

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