[He sighs and tries to compose himself, but it's hard when he can smell that familiar metallic tang and just knows how fresh and rich and wonderful the demon's blood is.]
Not out here, please.
[If only he could have some blood and then perhaps bury his head in a hole and hide from the worst part of his undead life. Well, maybe it's not exactly the worst, but still.]
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Not out here, please.
[If only he could have some blood and then perhaps bury his head in a hole and hide from the worst part of his undead life. Well, maybe it's not exactly the worst, but still.]