Originally Posted by OtterySt.Catchpole

d to walk across the sea of sand.

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“My name’s Kitty, Kitty Hawk, you know like where they first flew a plane?”

Fenrir smiled wickedly at the young girl, she couldn’t be more than a third year, but there she was standing with all the pluck in the world as if she could take him.

The werewolf bared his teeth, slavering on the floor. One little bite and she would be infected too. Just a tiny tear on that lovely porcelain flesh. How he loved to rend flesh apart. It took a lot of control not eviscerating everyone he came across. Still, he enjoyed slashing and tearing flesh when he could. But, she was a tiny girl, brown hair in a ponytail wand in her trembling hand despite all her hubris.


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