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[circumspector]

[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]

Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.

But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.

So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.

[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]

... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.

[ #nailedit ]

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[mustact]

[ While he hears her approach, he doesn't turn around, and instead stays focused on the dishes, even when she nuzzles into his back and ruffles his hair. Until his vision is suddenly blocked, and he stills for a moment, a little surprised even though maybe he shouldn't be. ]

Angel.

[ Honestly.

He huffs softly, and reaches up to pull the dress down. ]

[circumspector]

[ There is a barking sound - something almost like she's laughing in acknowledgement to his frustration. Flicking her short mane of fur out with a step back, tossing her head up and down.

But with it, she turns and walks herself over to the door - he'll finish the washing up soon, and until then, she lays down by the doorframe, dropping her head onto the floor, watching and waiting for him. ]

[mustact]

[ He reads the head tossing for what it is: She is very pleased with herself, and though he shakes his head at her, there's a slight smile on his face.

Once he's finished washing up, he folds the dress up neatly and carefully puts it in the bag he's prepared for himself. Then he hoists it over his shoulder, and heads for the door. ]

[circumspector]

[ She waits for him to head toward her before she rises up, ungainly as that is. Then leans her head into the door for it to open. Leading the way into the corridor. Out for the strange task of chasing after other animals like this...

Well at least she was doing it with him and for that, she trots at a comfortable step at ease despite the strangeness of it all. ]