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            @dcimxs // INFERNO BLAZED WITHIN HER MARBLE THROAT. ages. it had been ages since the immortal had quenched her thirst. why? the town of denali was SMALL. thatâs why. she couldnât do away with anyone local, as it would draw unnecessary attention   â  and she had NO intention of glutting herself on the likes of animal blood. with that thirst, however, came a noticeable lack of patience.    â   youâre blocking the entrance.    â   came her monotonous tone, casting an irritated look up at the much taller immortal as she gestured to the shop. she needed to scope ⌠find out who wouldnât be missed in this miserable town.    â   if you would be so kind as to move, it would be greatly appreciated.    â   a blatant lie. if he didnât move on his own accord, sheâd find a way to MAKE him.
            THE WOMAN HAD BEEN MALLEABLE. had no one warned her of LAST EXODUS ? an angelic litheness had been her savage demise, a venturous soul betrayed her departing wanderlust. she had taken the devilâs path, and cerberus shredded her ivory throat. she had been a delicate vision, drained by her huntsman-- a shadowing LEVIATHAN. her HOWL had been lodged within a terminal esophagus, her arteries his ironclad elixir. this concluding, unsavory reverie accompanied his return to denali. his sated thirst relieved murderous craving; abolished a sinister dehydration. but a sniper knew their horizon, and a second victim was within range. his numb heart could have jolted with adrenaline at the prospect, yet he was frozen tundra, rooted by his anatomyâs frost. the areaâs endangered hunt summoned another restless, weaponized creature.   â   your manners are as believable as mine.    â   he remarked, bloodied irises devoid of her immortal image.



















