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Ah hell. It was the scent of freshly spilled blood that drew Fin close. Close enough, but not so close for them to do something really utterly insane and out of character for themselves. But that didn't make a deeper side within themselves demand a taste of the blood, to give in to a long for forgotten hunger, a hunger that would clearly be fullfilled if they dare do what was needed to be done.
It wasn't the scent of death that even began to startle them, it was more of the scent of blood. They can handle death, they were used to it. Death was a part of every day life, so they weren't as bothered by it. " Bloody fucking hell... May the poor souls rest in paradise.." they murmured slowly forcing themselves to look away from the carnage. Not the gore bothered them, again it was the dizzying scent of blood.
It wasn't the scent of death that even began to startle them, it was more of the scent of blood. They can handle death, they were used to it. Death was a part of every day life, so they weren't as bothered by it. " Bloody fucking hell... May the poor souls rest in paradise.." they murmured slowly forcing themselves to look away from the carnage. Not the gore bothered them, again it was the dizzying scent of blood.
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