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The ones that had warned the young wolf had been wiser than he, it seemed. But what troubled the auburn painted woman was not the scent of intruder alone. No, she had walked out into the mansion’s garden and caught it early; right outside her home. Lips had twisted back then with the disgust, and now she could see the young man’s silhouette against a rising sun, and the scent of blood was endearing on top of sea and ashes.
The skulls by the borders needed another friend, and Halo would be more than willing to offer them something fresher. Halo had not brought her twin sword with her for some obscure reason, but it wasn’t that necessary. True, she had lost to Ezekiel, but she knew it was because she had inhabited an unfavourable form at that time. In optime, few would be able to match her, and not such a young canine such as this.
Her feet didn’t own sound as she picked up her pace, catlike claws attached to angry fingers as they curled and slashed for the wolf that had even been foolish enough to catch Inferni’s game. Fool.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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