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‘ ya shouldn’t be here, cailín deas . ’ her voice is a t i n k l e of bells, a most inviting ( instrument ), carried on the whipping winds toward the other. the frail human’s scent was a dry ACHE that licked the insides of her throat. she wasn’t hungry, per se; but she wouldn’t say no to a meal such as this. venom pools in her mouth with a vicious smile.










