The creature lurking on the wall clenched its claws. Wounds healed, hmm? Well, he would take the greatest delight in ripping them back open. After all, even the most minuscule of wounds could be easily desecrated by his claws.
Digging his feet into the wall for momentum, the lithe creature leaped from the wall with great speed, its camouflage broken by the sudden movement as it soared through the air from its palm claws outstretched. A guttural hiss escaped his maw, scarlet eyes locked firmly on the one the other had called "Miss Nina."
Descending from his leap, he sliced his claws at the torso of the woman, expecting to hear the wonderful sound of flesh parting and blood spilling.
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The woman smiled at Nikolas. "That's right. You can only rely on your strength now, can't you? That is the way to survive this. There is nothing but you and your World Serpent now."
Only half listening to Robert's answer, she smiled widely, falsely. "How interesting," she said, before turning away, back to Nikolas. "Here." She took out a card and stretched out a hand for Nikolas to take. "This is my business card. I'd be delighted if you would take it."
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As the doors were swung open, four dark figures could be seen lurking in the shadows of the cathedral. Women, their skin as black as their hair, falling to their elbows, almost fully obscuring their pale lips and frighteningly blue eyes. Black claws, gnarled, twisted and petrified, made their presence even more
intimidating.
Eyes open as a shrill shriek escaped their mouths, they lunged at Artemis with claws slcing the air.
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Thoma
"Who's there?" A dark skinned woman emerged from the shadows of the wrecked kitchen. A few cuts on her arms and legs, bloodless, shallow. Nothing too serious, and she didn't even seem to notice them.
The blood covering her uniform was not her own.
She stepped out in a shambling, hypnotic walk, as though she wasn't sure what she was doing, not even in control of her own body. She looked tired, unbelievably tired, and likely to collapse at any minute. "Who's there?" she repeated, her voice hoarse and raspy this time.
Digging his feet into the wall for momentum, the lithe creature leaped from the wall with great speed, its camouflage broken by the sudden movement as it soared through the air from its palm claws outstretched. A guttural hiss escaped his maw, scarlet eyes locked firmly on the one the other had called "Miss Nina."
Descending from his leap, he sliced his claws at the torso of the woman, expecting to hear the wonderful sound of flesh parting and blood spilling.
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The woman smiled at Nikolas. "That's right. You can only rely on your strength now, can't you? That is the way to survive this. There is nothing but you and your World Serpent now."
Only half listening to Robert's answer, she smiled widely, falsely. "How interesting," she said, before turning away, back to Nikolas. "Here." She took out a card and stretched out a hand for Nikolas to take. "This is my business card. I'd be delighted if you would take it."
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As the doors were swung open, four dark figures could be seen lurking in the shadows of the cathedral. Women, their skin as black as their hair, falling to their elbows, almost fully obscuring their pale lips and frighteningly blue eyes. Black claws, gnarled, twisted and petrified, made their presence even more
intimidating.
Eyes open as a shrill shriek escaped their mouths, they lunged at Artemis with claws slcing the air.
____________________________________
Thoma
"Who's there?" A dark skinned woman emerged from the shadows of the wrecked kitchen. A few cuts on her arms and legs, bloodless, shallow. Nothing too serious, and she didn't even seem to notice them.
The blood covering her uniform was not her own.
She stepped out in a shambling, hypnotic walk, as though she wasn't sure what she was doing, not even in control of her own body. She looked tired, unbelievably tired, and likely to collapse at any minute. "Who's there?" she repeated, her voice hoarse and raspy this time.