[ Small spots of red decorate Isley's pale face, and the front of his cloak; the furred collar ripples like waves in the wind, like the waves he stands before on the coast bordering Anatole. ]
[ Golden eyes pierce the fog; his smile pierces the dreary atmosphere...ever inviting and soft, with the promise of a terrible sharpness beneath. ]Loss is
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And I don't think I need to say that I hope that's just animal blood, right? A really rare steak? Because you don't want to know what I'll do to you if it's not.
[He sighs, realizing that he's spinning in circles, then relents and smiles.]
Yeah, I can make it there, no problem. What time should I come?
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[ He brushes a smear of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, then stares at it. True, such habits are more becoming of Luciela, but when one doesn't eat as often as they'd like to- ]
But of course...it's merely an animal, Zack.
[ People are still animals, after all. ]
[ But even if he were to show you the carnage at his feet, you would be hard pressed to tell what was what anymore. ]
I will be expecting you after the sun has set.
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Hey, I don't mean to doubt you, it's just that weird things have been happening lately, and I guess I'm a little jumpy is all. Can't be too careful.
And that sounds good. You've got it.
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I will be waiting.
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Everything has a breaking point, Zack.
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Proving someone who didn't believe in me wrong.
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What I don't believe in is invulnerability to all things.
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