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Yellowing fangs tasted the light breeze a split moment it took for Larkspur’s body react to his question. Haku could not see the black beast’s memories, but he sensed it. Haku’s senses could take in nothing of what was accumulated inside the D’Angelo’s brain. Flesh and blood and ashes. Chocolate ears pressed eagerly forwards, pointing and embracing the dark words speaking of fire. Haku’s fur rose too then, feeling desire and hunger for those memories that existed within the dark man’s body. He smiled now, for the white knights spilled blood and black all over their hands by becoming the very creatures they hunted down and burned. Such beauty. Anger roared soundlessly through the black and white and orange man – Haku eagerly fed off it, doing his best to recreate images of burning bodies and crashing souls. Silence fell between them know. Haku was not a man of words, though on rare occasions he could find his own kind of chaotic peace in the presence of others. Their direction was empty, for Haku was a greedy bastard that wanted to know of the world Larkspur came from. Addison could and would wait, though perhaps she too eventually would be drawn into the madness, beautiful madness.
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