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Just like many other nights, Tuunbaq was spending this one in the Purple Ice, the strip club that was practically his, although the owners and staff hadn't changed since he appeared there the first time. This was one of the advantages of being a guy who could tear people apart with his bare arms for one thing, but for another, he could provide the place and its workers a complete safety. He’d learned this at the beginning of his time, humans understood the language of power and fear far better than any other language. He gave them fear and he showed them power, now no one was so welcomed there as he was.
He was sitting at his usual place near the catwalk, watching the bodies move to the beats of the electronic music. One of these bodies was going to go with him to the private room, he just didn't choose which one yet. Slightly bored he decided to take another drink and twirled on his stool to find one of the waitresses walking among the tables.
That was the moment when he felt the shiver between his shoulder blades. The sensation he couldn't mistake with anything else. He looked around and spotted the man who looked that he just entered and was looking for the place to land. A god. Tuunbaq didn't know why he could recognize them so easily out of all other creatures, maybe because only they could be a real danger to him. However, he wasn't scared, he was curious. Besides, this god was so good shaped, the tupilaq suddenly forgot about the bodies that danced behind him.
