i can sense your blood through the air, the blood of a fairy, a delicate creature that could satisfy my hunger. i see you beside a bed of moon flowers, and i become curious. i speak in a hushed soothing but sinister tone moon flowers? are you unwell? i crouch down once hearing your soft gasp, your eyes meeting mine. i smirk, my hand travelling to your exposed back, caressing your skin. small sparks glow, your wings finally showing... your true form... Why do you hide such beautiful things?
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