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Exhaling his disapproval in her pointless inquiry, the Revenant spit his poisonous haze of inky smoke towards the supernatural creature, ivory orbs casting a near glow upon her form. Give anyone enough power or pain, and they’d show their true colors. The pure of heart either died young, or went on to transform into bastards. “Everyone’s a goddamn monster, pale face."
With a swift movement of her hand she waved away the smoke with a huff, it appeared the feeling of disapproval was mutual. The muscles about the hollows of her eyes tensed and her lips pressed together.
"Perhaps to you everyone is a monster, bird boy," She retorted, a small furrow appearing between her hairless brows.
"That depend's on what you call everyone and what you say makes a monster."
