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OOC: <3
Nyx kept to her work of separating the bones from flesh as she continued. Deep red ran down her maw and claws as she shifted through the remainders of the creature. Eating around the fur, she made sure to keep that part, for she could perhaps make it's skin into something. Once living as a loner, she was always resourceful and gathered things along the path that might be useful to her craft. Wither it be making jewelry, gris griss or an ornament of some sort. The possibilities where endless.
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