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strings around him. There were no more puppets, it seemed this new world shall become a stage. And new actors encroached to play their parts.
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"As long as they don't disappoint me."
There was no telling what Esdeath was thinking if she were able to take them down quickly, but that thought would be saved for later once she climbed upon that unit, ready to ride off.
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The tragedy of a #Claymore isnāt death... itās losing yourself before it.
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Ieri ho fatto le 3 di notte per inchiostrare 'sto disegno š„² Clare di Claymore š¤
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gaze narrows a fraction. bared canines draw no flinchļ¼only deeper scrutiny ļ¼ as if cataloging the exact shape of his hunger. the air between them thickensļ¼charged with yoki that does not flare but coilsļ¼precise beneath her armored frame.
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purity in malevolence shifts atmosphere, shadowed depths overtaken sanctified grounds. index twitches subtly, anticipating slightest motion ā¦Ģ² tiers manifest sadism, canines bared afore her.
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her stance remains rootedļ¼weight balanced on the heels of her feetļ¼fingers curling inward with deliberate leisure. silver depths reflect his malice without distortion. no retreat. no advance. only the quiet promise that should he lungeļ¼the
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the faintest shift ļ¼ cloudy gaze returnsļ¼this time not passing through him but settling on himļ¼quietly invasive in its precision. her head tilts a fractionļ¼studying the way his presence swells without permissionļ¼how it presses against the
air like something feral refusing a cage. no fear. no intrigue she bothers to hide. recognition. ć Not human.ā ća twitch once at her sideļ¼muscle memory whispering violence without command. yet she doesnāt move. doesnāt reach yet.
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