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Pale eyelids drooped over glorious pools of fresh blood-red hues, arrogance vivid within her visual expression as a foolish question was released by a being obviously ignorant of who and what she was talking to. Perhaps Halo simply didn’t understand the question as she was expected to, but it rung clearly within her ears, and it sounded only moronic within her silky audits. The pearly glimpse of her sharp teeth weren’t obscured by dark lips. But she had the woman’s scent now, along with an appearance not commonly found within the ranks of a wolf pack.
”I am the reaper, and so the choice is mine,” naturally. The Lykoi spoke through barely parted teeth, darkness apparent within red. ”Now leave.” she had yet to discover any purpose for the four legged garbage’s presence, and therefore she had to go, or face consequences in one way or the other. Perhaps Zana ran around and played nice with trash disrespecting Inferni’s borders, but Halo wasn’t here to play. Curved, cat-like nails rasped against the softness of her palms, but she remained still yet. The female’s initial behaviour had hinted of the personality she was dealing with. The worst kind of trash.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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