Howl of the Cursed Luna
I knew what he was asking, so I gave him a curt nod, and he turned, pushing the door open.
From the stairs, I could only mark out a couch, a dying fire, before a man—no, a rogue—sprang to his feet, his body already beginning the swift. His nose elongated, eyes blazing a fierce blue as claws extended from his fingertips—
Lightning struck, illuminating across the room briefly and I heard the sickening sound of flesh tearing. Nox's hand was plunged into the rogue's chest. When it emerged, the still-beating heart pulsed in his grip, blood dripping onto the worn wooden floor.
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