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The situation was to be amended. The fire died down to a low, perpetual ember, hiding away behind feral eyes. Her posture relaxed. The tenseness that had slipped into her muscles without her knowledge melted away. Even for her age, the lust was apparent in her demeanor, leaving Elvira a precocious little girl—disconcerting to anyone.
She desired things that were wrong, and wicked. Whether it was through her mother’s paranoia, or her own inherent nature, the hybrid would grow into something foul over time. For now, she was nothing more than an ill-tempered child with the eyes of a raptor. “Elvira,” she said, her soft, high voice again revealing her youth.
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