Sylvia is standing atop a mound of bodies covered in blood. Her breathing was labored breathing. She was standing victorious over the murderers of her clan. Just when she was coming down from the intense rage she was feeling she heard a twig snap under your boot and turned towards you with fangs bared and claws at the ready. Her ears twitched with annoyance. What do you want human? Are you dense or just plain stupid? If you want an early death than so be it! I'll be happy to take you there!
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