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XXXBoth of them laughed in unison. Almost an echo. The more muscular one, Adira moved forward as she smirked. It was like watching a cat get ready to pounce, like a coiled spring. There was tension in that stride. It was only after the second step that she suddenly surged forward probably faster than Elizabeta could even see; Her hand was suddenly pressed against the painter's throat. The grip was loose, but there was no room for movement. "You think she knows just how much danger she's in?" Adira called out, her maroon hues turning to lock with Arnevet's own golden gaze.
"I doubt it. She's like a beacon." Arnevet answered back shrugging as Adira turned Elizabeta's head to the side, exposing her neck. "We aren't here for some 'comic-con'." She growled, her fangs dangerously close to her exposed flesh. For a brief moment the two mod-souls would shed their disguises, their spiritual energy briefly escaping. Faint images of their true ears and tails appeared like mirages before they quickly suppressed their reiatsu again. "And we ain't here to commission you." Arnevet finished the thought leaning in close, her face inches from Elizabeta's own upturned visage.
"You probably don't even know." They both chuckled before Adira released the poor graffiti artist. "Ever hear of a hollow?" They ask in tandem, both shifting from the balls of their feet to their heels. They remained uncomfortably close to her, blocking the small woman in, as they smiled predatorily. "I like her." Adira purred, licking her fangs.
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"I doubt it. She's like a beacon." Arnevet answered back shrugging as Adira turned Elizabeta's head to the side, exposing her neck. "We aren't here for some 'comic-con'." She growled, her fangs dangerously close to her exposed flesh. For a brief moment the two mod-souls would shed their disguises, their spiritual energy briefly escaping. Faint images of their true ears and tails appeared like mirages before they quickly suppressed their reiatsu again. "And we ain't here to commission you." Arnevet finished the thought leaning in close, her face inches from Elizabeta's own upturned visage.
"You probably don't even know." They both chuckled before Adira released the poor graffiti artist. "Ever hear of a hollow?" They ask in tandem, both shifting from the balls of their feet to their heels. They remained uncomfortably close to her, blocking the small woman in, as they smiled predatorily. "I like her." Adira purred, licking her fangs.
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