I'm really excited for this. 
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The little cloth moved smoothly over the pistol, again and again, until it was polished almost to a shine. He had learned long ago that some luperci were more gullible than others, and even if they knew some rusted-up car wouldn’t work, another fragment of humanity in better condition might in their eyes. It was cheating at its clumsiest, but still a sin and still worth it. Making a living was forefront to following the commandments of his vague religion; what use would he be to the god dead, after all? His pious nature remained hidden for now, except in the glimmer in his eyes as he cleaned the gun.
Finished with this unorthodox worship, the luperci stood and blinked as his stomach grumbled. It wouldn’t be hard to share some mice with his friend, but there should be wild plants growing in the fertile soil of the former farmlands. It still wouldn’t be much of a mouthful or very nutritious, but the flavors would make up for that. He might be able to pocket a few to give to strangers later on, whether to sell or bribe or gift.
Conveying his departure in low speech, Levent left the tomcat to his hunting and left the little house to walk the forgotten paths through Berwick. It was not long before his nose pinpointed the aroma of strawberries, red and plump. His mouth watered, but as he moved among the plants to greedily pick a few, the whiff of a leftover smell made his heart thud against his chest. His gluttonous smile softened and broadened, and he followed the recent trail gladly, stepping quickly but quietly toward the borders of the artisan pack.
And there she was, humming as she nibbled on a strawberry. She was even more beautiful in her optime form, lean and tall (or at least taller than him by a few inches, which was not that difficult). His eyes lit, and he came closer, letting out a low, wordless woof to announce himself so he did not startle the blind female.
Levent had an extravagant and charming greeting in mind, but as he strode up to her and came to a halt, all he could manage was, Hi.
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