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"Goooood booooy." The voice was low, dragged out. Almost a purr. Rising back to full height, Yorik bowed a moment. "You make me pleased. Now go, my precious. Find your enemy. Or perhaps wait for her to come to you. Your host has the woman's scent all over him. Up to you how you hunt. "With those words, the man turned, and calmly walked away. He had planted the seeds. Now to watch them grow and poison.
A low growl rumbled forth but the creature itself stood still, leaning his head down to lick at the wounds on his chest. They were healing quickly, as was the norm wit the Dark Eco, but it still stung. She’d pay for that, too.
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