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A sword in its sheath is set down before the detective before Emi slipped into the booth. Orange lenses glaring across into the woman's own hues.
' You are easy to track. '
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It is. . . Acceptable —.
Although something about his scent has her suspicious of him already. Yet, she will accept the offer.
With one eye firmly kept on his movements.
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Grumbling ———.
Days, weeks even, of walking up and down a mountain. Just to find her favorite noodle shop closed until further notice —.
She needs to punch something. . .
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Only then did her attention turn to the Orc again. Her dazzling blue hues took in his form.
' I will speak to you in due time. Keep your tongue from waggling for but a moment while a woman cleans herself — ? '
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Bringing her hand to her neck, she lifted her head and let it hang back. Water poured off her frame, a waterfall of crimson dyed liquid accented her body in ways unnatural to the eye, and stimulating to the instincts.
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Bloodied, battered, and entirely exhausted ———.
Her clothes were but shredded rags, barely concealing her skin and cloth wrapped breasts —.
Lycans. Tremendously annoying to fight —.
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