Headlights Are The Real Killers

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Tonight was going to be like any other night for Wynne Winby! Oh he had a few tasks to do and a “date” to get too and everything was planned out perfectly. Tonight was just going to be one of those nights after all….

He was dressed classy as ever and just allowed his natural appearance to flow thanks to the stars. Honestly he looked pretty damn good, he knew it, lots of other people knew it but especially he knew it! Wynne was just one of those types that dress super fancy for simple things like….going to collect what he was owed by a fellow he had loaned money to not that long ago. His name was Jerry, and Jerry was a nice fellow, a single father who just needed a bit of money to make his daughter have the best tenth birthday party ever. Blah blah blah, Wynne honestly didn't care.

So here is Wynne driving in his nice fancy black Cadillac all the way to Jerry’s house who lives in the rural area. Wynne was honestly questioning himself why he was going out this late or even driving because, he can fly!

There is a reason driving wasn't really a okay for Wynne. Mainly those mirrors. Wynne loves looking at himself in mirrors so of course he would get easily distracted and look at himself! “Look at this handsome devil here...geez I'm sexy.” Is pretty much what was going on in his head as he looked in the rear view mirrors to check himself out.

Then there was a loud bang! Yep he just totally hit something. “Not my caaaaaar....well at least my face is fine..but shit. MY CAR!”

@Ghost
 

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Sábháilteacht didn't often go so far out of town. Typically she would stroll down the beach or on the widest of the forest trails, take a nap somewhere or gather things she needed for the greenhouse during the nights. She was curious what sights could be found here on the back roads. She chose a rather unlucky day to do so, it seemed.

Bright lights blinded her, making her recoil in surprise. Her ears filled with the grumbling sound of a car engine only moments before that same car slammed straight into her. The windshield shattered, the hood and roof badly, and bones snapped in her legs. Already being dead, Sábháilteacht was in no fear of ceasing to exist but the pain was intolerable. She reached out with her aura, screaming for help without speaking a word out loud. The elk spoke directly into Wynne’s mind, some of the pain travelling with it.

Please Help

It wasn’t as if she’d be hard for him to find. Her pelt glistened and shone like moonlight, and there were flowers strewn about all over the road and car.
 
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