Chasing Kitsune
I glared.
He coughed, gasping for air. His Adam's apple bobbing in fear, my blade nicking his skin, letting a trickle of blood drip down his throat. “Am I clear?” I questioned. “Y...Yes… Kitsune.” he stammered. I snorted and put my blade away. “Pussy.” I scoffed, walking away, letting the weak bastard sink to the ground, holding his throat.
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