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The sable-furred woman seemed to feed on the other canine's fear, growing more fiesty and bolder with each further indication of nervousness and fear from the tawny canine. The dark-hued canine's chartreuse eyes were absolutely fixed on the other canine, watching the tremble of her lower lip beneath the glitter of the ring embedded into her nose. “I just got here,” she repeated, her voice acquiring a higher pitch, the distinctive tone of mockery dripping from the sable-furred canine's every word.
“Are you gonna cry?” she asked, her voice still with that same mockery to it, though now there was a tone of near excitement. One of her fingers reached out to jab at the other canine's shoulder, the claw fully extended. There was no need to be careful where Viei was concerned. She had made Viei cry before, of course—there was a twisted enjoyment the sable-furred woman derived from the other woman's pain, of course. There was no softness in Eris for Vieira—not even when they were “related.” Now that there was no Kimaris blood between them, the sable-furred woman was even less inclined to be good to the Quintus.
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