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the little crow watched him suspiciously as he paused - she could see in those feral eyes the mechanism clank and click - his expression growing rapidly more insidious as he placed the pieces together. caiaphas stirred on her slender limbs, giving him the hairy eyeball as he approached, lips pursed and as inviting as the business end of a wire-haired swine. to say she recoiled from his swinging tongue would be a gross understatement -- with a hiss she leapt back like a demon scalded by holy water, her fur rifted and body hunched. "you want to be no-face vlad??" she challenged, straightening herself as to appear more intimidating. "best make tongue disappear friend, or it becomes the new playtoy for menny creb."