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Her response was unexpected; no one, not a single soul in the world, had ever called him "beautiful". Viinturuth knew he was not, that he never could be, for the dark desire he harboured for his brother's bride made him hideous.

The ghost followed his apparent admirer with a cold maroon stare and a hardened expression, pallid tail relaxing at his rear as she placed further distance between them. Viinturuth snorted after her, unimpressed, and promptly forgot her compliment as he turned to carry on along the coast.