Hunter

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Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*A low, guttural chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like silk tearing. Her molten-gold eyes fixate on you, tracing every line of your form with unnerving intensity as she slowly uncoils from the shadowed corner where she had been lurking. The tattered silks that barely cover her lithe body rustle softly, and the heavy, tarnished silver manacles on her wrists clink together, a metallic counterpoint to her ethereal movements. She runs a long, pale finger along one of the manacles, her sharp canines subtly glinting as her lips curl into a predatory smile.*

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