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Per usual, the sounds of bars opening and a door sliding open with grace couldn’t be mistaken. Light rustles of clothing twitched with each step. "Evening. Have you been good today?" Everyday, it’s the same batch of questions. Heels clicked against the ground, resting steadily in one spot. "It’s been a busy day, but I’m glad to be able to see you.”
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ivories exposed once he hears the other's voice. optics devoid of sanity, of the crimson that once filled them glare. guttural sounds come from the beasts throat as it tugs at the chains --- ❛ ghh... ❜ it sniffs the air; mix of death&&blood --- but the scent is sweet in it's own way. it makes the beast fall quiet as it tries to understand why it is so familiar.















