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On this particular evening, Grimm had stumbled across a contained fire-- small and most likely man-made, but a fire nonetheless. It bore little resemblance to the sacrifice he so desperately sought, but his desire to test the limitations of his powers outweighed his contempt for such a weak flame; he doubted the warnings of the beings who allegedly stripped him of almost everything. So, after a moment’s deliberation, he gently put a hand into the fire.
A low hiss escaped Grimm as he quickly removed it, the black exoskeleton of his claws partially singed and stinging.Â
If it wasn’t bad enough, at precisely that humiliating moment, he sensed the presence of another nearby-- a quick glance to the side revealed one of those damnable soft creatures. A human, so he had learned. Crimson eyes narrowed, and Grimm chose to simply glower at the man, waiting to see what it wanted.
