How am I suppose to know, pray? I am no prophetess… not that I want to. They die…….. how should I say it? Unhealthy deaths, to put in mildly.she left the sentence hanging in the air. To the dog, she gave a sharp nod, showing that she acknowledged her. To the femme, she said softly, her onyx hair throwing back lights. Oh? So how was your past?
-Onyx hair, whipped up into a Chinese style, flared down, a length behind her back, shimmering within the arena, throwing off pretty dances of lights. Daggers she rose before her face, 37 degreed from another, a perfect deadly edge. Do you want a fight? I would be glad to have one. But I doubt the dog would like it. She was cautious; mortals were unpredicting.
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