crime of chaos - lost trespasser

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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To inhale that scent in the air set the tiny wildcat's fur bristling.  Sightless hues darkening.  Ears flat against her skull as she stalked forward, indifferent to any size difference.  Indifferent to whether Ravenwood knew what he was doing or didn't.  He shouldn't be here.

"You won't be told twice."  The petite dealer certainly didn't plan on giving him more than one warning.  She doubted someone else would.  He was lucky it was Vayne and Michael first.  And Keona was certainly tiny, but she carried the ocean within her.  She wouldn't hesitate if he made a wrong move.

The Coalition didn't deserve any mercy, as far as she felt.  They'd been relatively quiet but not entirely gone.  Blood on their paws.  Keona's tail lashed to the side.

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