"Not many catch on to moi vollowing zem."

She crawled down the walls, almost spider-like, before standing up to her towering full hight of 2 meters.

"Vat gave moi avay?"

Before he knew what came over him, his legs were off the ground.

"Putain d'idiot! I vas sleeping, meatsack!"

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here for a vacation for the foreseeable centuries, but 70+ years will have to suffice it seems.

With a huff, the lycanthrope looked over to her target which she was trailing all day already, waiting for a good opening.

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Last times was nothing but causalities.
And so would anyone else who would try something with her.

This little town was actually really cozy, but it was also apparent that it was on its way out.
No 100 years until this would become a ghost town.
A shame really.
She wouldn't have minded to come
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//Bruh same.

Riiiiight~

"Drôle. I vas just about to say ze same zhing~"

And with a leap, she already cleared 3/4th of the distance between them before ending her sentence, jaws agape, ready to maul him.

...may God have mercy on his soul.

"Qu'est-ce que… Quelle est cette odeur?"

She instantly turned her head in his direction.

"And...blood!"

Apparently she could smell the corpses too.

Now approaching.

Then he better blow off this job and put AS MUCH distance as humanly possible between her and him within the next 30 seconds.

She hasn't noticed him yet.

He better has something to suppress his scent.