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He remained still through her approach. Her eyes were boring into his face, but they were not as terrible as he had seen. Misery’s eyes were far more beautiful, filled with a far more terrible fury. Larkspur had seen the ini, and he feared no living creature. As long as he was meant to survive he would do so; Misery needed him and Tak required it. She was far shorter then him, not entirely due to her age, and he stared back down at her with his own jack-o-lantern glare.
Beyond this, though, he showed nothing. Even his eyes seemed oddly blank. Hollow. There was no greater intelligence behind them, no clockwork, no nothing. For this moment, he understood that she was not a threat. Sniffing the air, he found her scent and sought it out, curious to find out who she was.
Beyond this, though, he showed nothing. Even his eyes seemed oddly blank. Hollow. There was no greater intelligence behind them, no clockwork, no nothing. For this moment, he understood that she was not a threat. Sniffing the air, he found her scent and sought it out, curious to find out who she was.
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