09-11-2018, 11:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"No." The metal-encased creature stepped down the side of a tree, an eerie glow cast by bleeding eyes fixed on the stranger. They were nervous, impatient- Sparrow should have made them wait longer, test their reaction to prolonged solitude. Maybe something interesting would have come of it, and he could use a...distraction. His last mark was unremarkable, child's play to kill, and he thirsted so fiercely he couldn't separate himself from the hunger, the same as he could not identify himself from the constant burning of his body. He was pain, he was violence, and he had already learned there would be no reprieve, even if this kitsune provided a distraction. It would be brief, and the adrenaline fueled satisfaction would drain away to leave him emptier than before. Still, Sparrow scrutinized the stranger and tasted copper on his tongue, uncertain whether it was imagined or real. "What do you want. Speak."
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[align=center][div style="font-size:16pt; font-family:impact; color:black; padding:10px; letter-spacing:.5px; opacity:;"]I NEED THAT FIRE JUST TO KNOW THAT I'M [color=#b24455]AWAKE