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Slender digits reached out once more. Bladed nails receding to original size so as not to pierce such lovely colored skin. Not yet. Those cool fingers now able to rest upon the beasts chin, gripping it to gently turn it back and forth. Almost like a critical eye of an artist looking over a sculpture. "Coherent, I see. Good. Not like a feral beast. Better than her. But you smell strange, and I see no marks of infection, nor turning, upon you. How is this? What are you, how have you come to be."
He merely continued to stare the man down in silence, twin black voids seeming to suck in all light around him. He twisted his neck to break the other’s grip on his chin, gently nibbling at the slim fingers. Not applying any pressure, merely letting his teeth prick against the skin like so many swordpoints. He grumbled wordlessly as he did so, apparently amused by his own actions.
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