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She laughed at his word, grinning at the rabbit. Probably just a clean kill, but still thrilling. Amy didn't hunt herself, finding no pleasure in tearing apart lesser creatures. Her chosen prey were canines, smart and cunning and able to fight back against her. Amy had only fought a couple cats in her life, so she had no true measurement of their worth of prey. Amy straightened up with him, her pose hungry for the darkness in him, wishing to hunt and kill without having to check herself. She hadn't let herself loose in a while, concentrating on the trade. She couldn't even take it out on Raoth, since she was now selling him.
Amy snorted slightly as blood was painted on her nose, indignity flashing in her eyes. Of course, he immediately made it up to her. Her lips curled into a smile, blood tracing down her body. It stained her clothes, sadly, but that was alright. She had plenty of clothes. If the blood didn't come out, she'd just get a new outfit. Therapy? If you're going to do that, you need something a lot more...receptive than a rabbit. She nuzzled him softly, eyes glowing with what they could do together.
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