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She knew what this was. A summons, beckoning to her, calling… Her head lifts, the ever-bite of her frosty flesh forgotten as her giggles peal forth in yearning to be with Him again; her Master. The teal eye glows and pulses, gently bounds forth like the reach of the sea upon the shore, guiding her floating steps, and giddy delight to be near his power, once more. When she arrives upon the scene, she pulls to the forward of the group, not lingering in the hind, her eyes surveying all before her, the kitten upon her back regally casting her gaze about the strangers which throng about, their faces writ with fear, or disgust. Few do not hate being here, they note, to one another. Few understand what he could give, if he could take. Her eyes seek to hold him, to meet his own ebon marred sea-tones, his figure ever changing in visualization of the sheer might which comprised his being, and Beloved’s mouth wets with desire, her giggles silenced in reverence of her God. Beloved strength in numbers? I’m counting you like sheep.

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