[m] [p] i am fueled by filth fury

[Wraith Creed]

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[/html]Wraith was quiet as she watched the strange-looking canine wander into the house and quieter still when he returned. In his absence, she had taken to wandering through the city of her own accord, but once she heard the scrape of junk being pushed aside and his nails clicking against the wood and stone, she returned to her snooping spot. So far, he wasn’t doing anything of much interest, but as a spy and a scout, she had to observe everything to be completely certain. He seemed to be taking things out of his bag and destroying them. No, that wasn’t right: only some things were thrown carelessly, while others were meticulously stored away. She wondered why he was doing that. Had it made him angry to see those items? Why did he like the other ones?

The sound of glass hitting the cement startled Wraith and she jumped in response. Her heart beat quickly for a few seconds until her senses assured her that she wasn’t in danger. She watched for a few more seconds before she decided to go up and ask the man what he was doing. She figured he would have noticed her by now and didn’t want to upset him. After all, she’d flinched quite spectacularly when he’d thrown the bottle. Plus, watching him wasn’t giving her any answers and she was curious to know what he was doing.

“Hi,” she said. She wondered how best to phrase this. “Do you need any help?” she asked. She decided against informing him that she was quite good at destroying things as well if he wanted a hand. That would just sound like she was boasting and she did not want to do anything of the sort. After all, she didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.[html]

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