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there was a waif lingering on the outskirts of their territory, earning the cold glare of caiaphas' yellow eyes. for a while she watched the sylph, suspicious of the fawn's presence -- wondering if ever she would lift her head in a howl.

none forth-came, and so, the siren marched brusquely ahead. the scowl that draped her features told well her irritant impression, which was then heavily communicated by the rough jut of her jaw and hard press of her voice: "why are you here?" the siren uttered, her tail held at a sickle angle over her thin hips.