She didn't move at first - glaring at him while crouched completely still -
as if she was a dog, waiting for him to make the slightest movement so that
she could leap at him and tear his throat out. Finally, however, she turned
her head and pulled the object in question free, and then stood, holding it
in her hand, looking down at it like just glaring at it should immediately
reveal all its secrets.
"This is your blood?" She asked finally, bluntly. Her expression was still
intensely cold as she turned her gaze on him, the flog held aloft in one
hand.
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She didn't move at first - glaring at him while crouched completely still - as if she was a dog, waiting for him to make the slightest movement so that she could leap at him and tear his throat out. Finally, however, she turned her head and pulled the object in question free, and then stood, holding it in her hand, looking down at it like just glaring at it should immediately reveal all its secrets.
"This is your blood?" She asked finally, bluntly. Her expression was still intensely cold as she turned her gaze on him, the flog held aloft in one hand.