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Ah, the accent was thick and heavy. His lips tensed and slowly withdrew from two sets of stained fangs as the lesser creature spoke. Some seemed to guess his name instantly, while others still had no clue that they were staring death straight into the eye. He watched the male watch him and let his gaze trail when lilac eyes sought out the knife in the tree close by. The chocolate and cream secui tilted his head amusedly. Knives could do a lot of harm if used well, but it would be far from the first individual that had held a knife as Haku reached out to end life. The coyote was alone and that was all that the large, furry monster needed to know. He started off towards the other, keeping his pace steady and slow—a strong contrast to the usual way he approached those who were ready to die.
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