The Fox sniffs the air and grolws, his maw a grin that beared his teeth, k-nines on pwrfect display, and he lucked his lips before stepping closer. he stood in the shallows, but he was easily eight to nine foot tall. "my, my. blood so sweet yet rotten, a walking living corpse, with coloured dead eyes. lamb... I see you. greetings. do not be alarmed. i already know you're dead. but I Hunger..."
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