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Her defiance was met only with a smirk, for he was confident in his abilities to catch her if she was to make a break for it, and his strength rarely failed him. The reaper raised a brow at her, amusement glinting like the sharp edge of a knife in his gaze. "No?" A grumble fell from his lips, tail flicking harshly at his rear. "Now that's cute, but, honey, you don't want to say no to me. Come on, you should follow me while you can still walk." 

What would she do, now? She had a decision to make, and with it came the attitude in which he would greet her. Did she dare to test his jaws, dare to try and tempt the beast to do something most would regret? He would have no regrets; it would rather please him to have her pretty little limbs removed, or her eyes lining his den.