[While the bright hours of daylight have long passed, the world doesn't yet belong to the night. It is dusk, the time of the dying sun. A killing is at hand
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[Appears in the distance, watching, and giving off an eerie vibe herself. And while her face is expressionless and her eyes are obscured by light glinting from her glasses, she seems to be gathering enjoyment from your torment...]
[Darkness seems to fall further around her, and while she doesn't answer... and odd... creaking metallic sound seems to rise in response to the threat... like metal scraping against metal.]
[Leaving Rao as a toy to play with later - knowing she would not, could not move - the fox begins to move out into the fog, searching for the interloper. The metallic scraping noises raise its hackles and it snarls again to show that such sounds aren't enough to humble it.]
[Being aware that this is a dream--that these are all dreams--she is able to move about, disappearing and reappearing well enough to avoid any actual danger.]
[Still... the fox did seem to pose more danger that she cared to put herself in at the moment, and so she bowed out of the dream, taking her swords with her.]
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[Still... the fox did seem to pose more danger that she cared to put herself in at the moment, and so she bowed out of the dream, taking her swords with her.]
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