Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

She chuckles, seeing her words meaning little to him. Still, the bloody man had attempted to make sense of it. He just failed on that part. He would move, his red aura a confident one as he sought her bleeding neck. His own rubbed against her open wound a purring guttural sound echoed from the spook.

And in an instant it was gone. He was gone. She glances where he vanished, pondering if he was a trick of her crazed mind or merely having been blessed by karma. "Farewell, my bloody prince" she utters to no one. He is long gone by now anyway. It mattered not. The fleeting encounter...

Would stay with her for a few days at most.

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