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What had inspired a mother to grant such an exotic name to her child? It was something grander than Halo, that was absolutely certain. Lips were about to part to offer her own name, but no melody rose as she watched the cheeky little bitch turn her back to her. But no frown would stretch across the Centurion’s beautiful face this time. The adult disliked children in general, but some were less repulsing than others. Perhaps this was merely a temporary fluke that was to pass once her curiosity was fed. Fingers brushed away insistent motes of dry earth from the magnificent cloth wrapped around her sweetly curved waist, and she took a step in the girl’s direction, lovely shaded eyes moving to the skulls as well.
It was a shame that Symera seemed to think it was easy to find and kill a wolf. But the thought was intriguing nevertheless, and it almost made her feel like her wicked old self again. She had not taken a life in quite some time, though the wolves grew in number every day, and they seemed to have become bolder as of lately. Eyes narrowed with thought, and she made a decision, then. ”Sure,” Halo’s sugar coated voice agreed, though she doubted they would find anything today. No matter her dislike, Halo did not outright attack members of nearby wolf packs unless she had good reason to. If they followed Inferni’s borders though, it was always possible they would be in luck and find an insistent trespasser with a poor attitude.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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