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Cyreihza: *SQUINTS* ---IS THIS A TRAP?

stop  this.     /     @wineaged.

this.     no context.     /     @wineaged.

❝    H- HEY !   ❞  face flushed, cheeks crimson, and the warmth spread to long ears. perhaps it is more so born from mortification rather than sensitivity. humans often remark on such features in a negative fashion, but none admired them in such strange ways. false prophet or not, he is still just a man; a man that could easily be embarrassed.  ❝    please refrain from touching my ears, my friend.   ❞

A  KEEN  EYE  OR  UNCANNY  PREMONITION;    he can hardly tell anymore whether the demonic blood has seeped further to twist his perspective, or his unyielding vigilance remains true to him alone.  Easy for him to spy an ‘unassuming’ shadow in the midst of masses; how elusive the man was, unnoticed and disregarded until the right moment. Fleeting motions turned to instincts, he managed to follow amongst chaos, heavy-footed chase far away from the planned elegance of the man’s getaway.  He has his own merits, his own gifts, yet the virtue of stealth was a far cry from any of the young hunter’s talents. The difference between him and anyone else however, was that he was able to keep up.  And now he stands, disdain visible and etched upon a scowl,  mind not yet made up on the consequences. ❝  Know  it  wasn’t  your  intention  but, I  gotta  say ----you  sure  know  how  to  attract  a  crowd. ❞   Even now, he hears noise surpass the side-streets, the faint gathering of people in commotion.  Confusion abound; he has no doubt that there’s more than enough witnesses to contest their own stories of benighted perspective. Nothing he’s interested in returning to.  

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