Mak sneered. "Boohoo, poor little bloodsuckers and their daily agony." His lip curled into a pretty shit-eating wolfish grin. "Must be so hard being a murderer, right? How can you even live with yourselves!" He took a step closer, his gruff voice rumbling in his chest as it was warped by the muzzle of his beastly form. "The craving is just a bullshit excuse to be even more monstrous. A sad little attempt at justifying doing something that you don't even need to do to get by."
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we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue