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TOM HAD FELT A strong presence surrounding him and it sent vibrations in every fiber of his being. he couldn't really pinpoint who or what it was coming from. he was surrounded by people on his pier; a rager for those who are oblivious to the creatures that shadowed them in the night. him being one of them that offered services that played with dark magics. he didn't like when other creatures were near him; it made him anxious and paranoid, scared that they would overpower him but he'd never admit that last part. he scanned the crowd of drunks and druggies that covered his view but that was when one particular individual stood out to him. he sensed it... he didn't know what they were but he was about to find out. without anyone noticing, he flashed, within an instant, in front of the stranger and towered above them. he looked down with fury, โ i can smell you... what are you ? โ he asked as if that was a completely normal question. he wasn't going to let them go before he received an answer. entitled, are we, tom ?
