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innately mistrustful, mahler preferred to ignore those around him if he had not deemed them worthy of his attentions. she was no exception, this slim thing who grew still and seemed to quiver in his presence. he noticed this only from the corner of his eye, but did not react. nor did mahler move as she became serpentine; he fought the rise of his hackles in favour of a brief intrigue in what it was she was doing.
dieb — the gargoyle moved with a speed that was not reflected in his great build, snapping not toward the fowl she had successfully grabbed, but aiming the crush of his jaws directly for her nape. mahler was not one to toy; he was not angry in this moment, for it was the law of wild things to take, but nor would he be treated as if he were a foolish child near his own territory.