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Nothing could ever make things right again. That was what drove him. Misery was beautiful in all forms, but to rip souls asunder was beyond anything else. She did not react as he expected, but he trusted that she hurt badly regardless. Time for small chit-chat was over and he required some answers of his own. Guilty, jagged teeth were revealed again as he sneered at her, wishing he could go ahead and take a taste at once. More blood had to be shed, and perhaps a black woman could finally see what he could not. While he was not a mere mortal, residing in that decomposing flesh limited his true nature. His powers were limited in this world, but that usually kept the game interesting and worthwhile. ”Are there more?” the silent, deadly voice challenged. Paws shifted, bringing him to the white female. The stench of her pack was strong in her fur, but there were several individual scents invisibly smeared all over her coat, and he was very interested in these at the moment.
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