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!The voice sounded still; a deep masculine sound, magnified by the hollow skeleton of a hall. The hybrid brushed her hair fully back from her face, doubtful about her plan of approach. Wouldn’t it be simpler for both parts of they didn’t interact? The canine was still undiscovered at this point, though her long ponder was what would lead to a minor setback in a few moments. It was rare for her to be able to spew out niceties to strangers – heck, even to fellow clan-members – so there was no reason for her whatsoever to put herself in possible threat unless she had a solid reason she could lean against.
But perhaps the close to soundless clicks of sharp optime claws accompanying her footsteps was enough to rise an alarm in the other room. Enlarged coyote ears slammed back against shiny auburn locks at the voice instructed her at what to do. Only Ezekiel had the right to control her actions, and even he had to struggle if he wished to see her completely obedient. She bowed to no stranger, and certainly not those who seemed to expect it. Lips pulled back in a distasteful frown, and though she did not approach further along the hall, fingers reached for the deadly katana. Just in case.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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