In a tree, still hidden, Katreana awoke for the third time this day. She had flitted in and out of sleep. This time, she found herself surrounded by darkness and cold. Her body still ached, now with new cramps. She growled to herself, wondering how in the Nine Hells she was to get down from her perch in the oak.

The sword still in Kat's arms glowsedonce again, sending waves of relief to her cramped muscles. Most of her wounds had been healed, but the poison still was there. Just greatly slowed.

Groaning, she attempted standing on the thick branch. Wobbling bit, she found her legs weren't as weak as she thought, but they wouldn't be able to carry her to anyplace that would provide help. She'd have to stay hidden anyway in her naked appearance.

Looking at the sword, she sighed, "Why are you helping me, hmm? I about killed your wielder last night..."

The sword flickered a moment. Then, answered in an feminine voice using an old form of elven, "You needed my help. The bard was in no shape to wield me."

Katreana sighed. “Fine…I’m in no mood to argue.”

Picking up the sword, she painfully shimmied down the tree, giving herself new scrapes from the rough bark of the tree.

“Gods, I hope no one is deciding to take a walk by the lake tonight.”

She groaned again and stood staring out over the lake. “Oh, god…” Her nose wrinkled as she saw the floating body of a beast in the middle of the lake.

“Please, tell me I didn’t do that…”

A winter breeze blew. She about dropped the runeblade in shock at how cold it was. What happened to all that heat?

“Unfortunately, it seems you did,” the sword replied. “The bard was unable to stand the cold of the lake…”

“The cold of the lake?” she asked.

What exactly happened between Katreana and Alexander in their demonic forms was blurry to her. In fact, she didn’t know if she really wanted to remember what happened. Visions of a tiger and then a draconian flashed before her.

“Oh, God…”

She shivered. She fell to her knees, feeling her calves starting to get weak. Then, her body jerked forward, as she became sick.

The sword left her grasp to float beside her, but did nothing to comfort her at this time. Just let her empty her stomach in the frigid waters of the lake.

The sun set on the little clearing, and the draconian form still did not move. It lie there and barely breathed. Most of its wounds had healed, but still it slept, dreaming of its next hunt. Of the feel of flesh rending under its claws, of bone splintering in its powerful jaws. And then smell of the burning from the fire that comes from deep within it. The creature seemed to smile in its sleep.

Rexana was going to love this. She had witnessed it all. The lovely fight between the bitch Nissassa and her half breed lover. She had witnessed a chaotic darkness that wanted badly to be released and forever free from them both. She only wished she could have helped the half-breed wound Katreana. As the draconian flew off, Rexana did well to follow him discreetly. She didn’t need to have his wrath on her…besides; he might be able to help. Sitting in hidden treetops, she watched the sleeping beast…waiting…

A new scent was carried on the air; the draconian form flicked a tongue out then back in, tasting this new scent. With a low growl, he turned his head toward the new scent and unfurled its wings.

Rexana sat up from her perch in the trees. She was in her more human form. Wine purple eyes glowed softly in the darkness. Licking her lips, she leaned forward. Rexana grinned as the beast caught her scent. Lovely. Bowing her head, she murmured a few words. Wings looking much like that of dragon descent sprouted from her shoulder blades. Her body shuddered as an armor made from metallic scales covered her hands, forearms, calves, and ankles. Her canines elongated, and there…a tail curled around the branch.

The scent changed as she took on the transformation, the beast sat for a moment, its wings unfurled and ready to take flight. Finally, it mmade up its mind and took to the skies, gaining tree top level in three powerful downstrokes.

She gave a low growling purr as she watched him take flight. Not yet…not yet…

The creature banked and finally spoted the new scent. Seeing what it was,the creature inhaled a deep breath, and sighted its target.

Wine purple eyes flared as he made eye contact with her. Licking her lips, she purred to him, “Come an’ play, Ugly.”

With a roar of both challenge and rage it sipped a liquid fire from somewhere deep within itself, aimed at the body and the tree that it was in. The creature wanted a meal. And didn't mind if it was charred a little about the edges.

Rexana took flight then, barely getting out of range of the fire that suddenly, and hungrily, licked at the tree. Her form broke through the trees. Her wings flapped to keep her in the air as she focused on the beast.

“Now, that wasn’t very nice. I just wanted to play.” Placing her hands on her shapely hips, she shook her head. “Was it the Ugly thing?”

Banking in a turn, it beat its wings to gain a little more height on it's prey... Then, again, howled it's challenge. The echoes of the howl ripping through the trees and shaking needles and leaves to the ground. Katreana looked up into the sky, hearing the howl. Looking at the blade, she muttered, “I suppose that’s him, huh?”

Rexana only giggled. Her tail curled up and down her legs as if teasing herself or him.

”Oooohhhhh,” she retorted. “Big man’s got a voice…” Wrinkling her nose at him, she started to fly upward to meet his gaze on a more “equal” level.

The blade floated there for a moment. Then, answered, "Yes it is... he is hunting something."

The creature, losing it's advantage of height growled and pressed the attack, doing a quick fly by and swiping with not only its foreclaws, but with its tail as it flew by .

Rexana screeched as he flew at her and attacked with his tail. Her tail snapped out as well, wrapping around his ankle as he flew by. She took the hit oh his foreclaws on her shoulders, and his tail managed to knick her scaled forearms.

Feeling the tail wrap around it's ankle, the creature folded its arms and dove for the tree line, at breakneck speed. If she listened real close it could be a chuckle coming from it as it dove.

“Shit!” she hissed, feeling him drag her toward the tree line. Gritting her teeth, “Not so fast, Ugly. “She drew upon her all her strength and started flying backward, fighting this tug of war.

Again, what sounded like a chuckle as the creature suddenly unfurled its wings. At about tree top level and pulled out of the dive. Dipping its tail and ankle to the tree line and whipped about to the one that wass holding on to it, trying to rend and tear with its steel foreclaws .

Tightening her tail around his ankle, she jerked back with unbelievable strength as he lashed out with his claws.

“That’s it,” she hissed under her breath. “Vanera is getting a job like this next time... I can’t be risking my neck all the time…”

She flicked her wrist, sending four inch needles aimed at his sternum. If contact was made, they would bury themselves into the body, cracking it…

The first three bounce off his scales and the third found a knick and lodged there, not quite a clean hit but it stayed. The Creature howls with rage and again took a breath - this time reaching out to grab its captor.

“Need to work on my aiming, too,” she muttered to herself. Her tail let go of him as he lunged to grab at her. “Nu-uh, Ugly…Not on the first date…”

She snapped her tail at his backside. She flicked both wrists, sending twelve needles of the same length at him. Four were aimed at his face. Four at his stomach. Two each for his wrists.

As she released the needles, it breathed once again, spewing the air with the liquid fire once again. Now free of her grip it dve for the tree lines once again, folding its wings back against its body to make the dive faster

The needles followed after their target. The demoness dove out of the fire’s path, but nor before it managed to scorch the tips of her wings. She gave a banshee’s howl in anger and pain.

“Goddamned, Bastard!” she hissed. ”I’m going to kill Vanera when I get back,” she growled. Seeing him dive into the treeline, she shook her head. “Nu-uh. No way am I gonna follow Ugly into there…” She whimpered and looked back at her smoldering wingtips. “Aawww, man…”

Again, it was that chuckle, and then, a grunt as one of the needles knicked him. Again, the howl of rage as the creature hit a clearing wide enough for him o open his wings enough to keep his air speed .

Rexana's wine purple eyes flared. "HIT!" she yelled.

Laughing, she transformed again into her more human form, levitating there in the dark night's sky. She winked out of sight, and reappeared somewhere near him, cloaked by the night.

It landed hard in a small clearing, the needle burring into his scales. With a howl of rage and pain it started to change again. This time to more of the feline form. It’s howl of pain and rage echoed through out the forest.

Licking her lips hungrily, she watched. The needles buried in his flesh started to hum, sending vibrations into his flesh and muscles...it was kind of like that feeling when one's limbs fell asleep...

She tittered, "Pins and needles...pins and needles..." His pained roar only seemed to make her all the more gleeful.

Now in front of her is a white ware cat, but it was howling in pain. Then the howl slowly turned to a chant. A spell.

”Oh, no you don’t…” Like the wind, Rexana rushed at him to tackle him to the ground. “No one stops my babies…” The humming was intensifying.

He swore in old elven as she tackled him. The needles were getting too much for his ravished system to handle. Finally, he huddled to the ground, whimpering like a beat kitten.

Forcing him to lie on his back, she pinned his shoulders back, smiling down at him.

“That’s a good kitty,” she purred. The humming stopped, but the tingling remained. “Now, you gonna work with me?” She stroked the side of his furred face with a gentle hand…

Katreana shivered.

“I need to get some clothes,” she said to the sword.

She had to be going insane. Taking another look at the dead beast in the water, she felt her stomach churn.

At least it wasn’t an innocent

Still, that thought didn’t reassure her of anything.

At the mention of clothes, once again, the sword came through for her, bringing into being a cloak of blue hued magic... it was made for Alexander, but it would at least cover her.

"That is the best that I can do."

Looking at the cloak, she frowned. Charity…Shakes her head. “I guess it’ll do for now…” Shakily, she got to her feet. “I ain’t goin’ after him,” she stated flatly. “I need to get back to my family.”

"Good, I am not sure if I could protect you from him right now anyway." At that ,the sword went dormant.

Scowling, Katreana muttered, “Thanks for your help and concern.”

Taking up the sword, she looked around. There was no way in hell she could PlaneWalk to Falconmyght…especially not here. Then, she started to make her way around the lake.

About fifty feet of walking, the sword came back to life. "Was that sarcasm aimed at me? If you want help ask. I'm just not right that."

She laughed despite the cold that bit at her flesh. “Sarcasm? How long have you been with him? How long have you witnessed me, hmmm?”

She switched hands. Her arms were getting tired. The venom would start working anytime during this…The sword couldn’t keep healing her…

"A while to both questions, I have not yet revealed to him my true nature, but you are poisoned and need help. Where are you headed and I can try to help... he would never forgive me if I let you die."

She gritted her teeth, feeling another wave of vomiting. She dropped the sword and hunched over.

After a few minutes, she growled, “I am not going to die…” She cast the sword a glare. “I want answers…what the hell caused him to become that…”

Those…those... He hed been two things…

"You will not be alright if you do not get help. The fire that burns within him is changing him. That is all that I know. I know that his soul is tainting as well. He is thinking more and more like a hunter and less like a bard."

She growled again as a cramp hit her. “How the hell am I supposed to help him? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

All of this information was hurting her. The fire had been her fault…Again, she took up the sword and started to travel back to a path she knew was on the other side of the lake.

“The poison will not do anything but paralyze me…I can make it somewhere…”

"Enough!" the sword seemed to yell. "You did nothing to him. He understood what you were long before you told him. The desires for you run deep and hot within him. And it is not just physical it is true caring. Now tell me where you are trying to go so I can help you."

To make its point the sword took away its healing properties for a brief moment.

She looked up hearing the pained roar of Alex. Then, she glared at the sword as it yelled at her.

“Goddamned…” her words were cut off by a scream of true, unbridled pain as the healing properties were taken away.

She fell into a crumpled heap as her legs gave way from under her. The intense burning of acid hit her mind and nerves with renewed force. The flow of the venom became faster, and she could feel it attacking her nerves. Then, she bit her tongue with such force to keep from screaming blood trickled out from the corner of her mouth. Her midnight blue eyes glared at the runeblade.

Stefan Drachmen stood in a clearing deep within the Wildwood in hopes no one would stumble upon here, even at this early of an hour. The moon had risen. The cane held limply in his gloved hand sparkled with the pale moonlight that fell upon the dark, silent man.

After his visit with Mist in the Inn’s kitchen, he had gone to another plane, looking for answers and possible solutions. His head reeled with what had happened, what needed to be done, and what could possibly happen in the days to come.

Quietly, his rumbling voice murmured, “You have answers to give me, Sister.”

A glimmer of light happened in front of him. Then, a woman of dark exquisite beauty steeped from thin air. Abyss black hair reached to her thighs, contrasting against the pale blue filmy dress that clung to every slim curve. Eyes of complete Abyss black stared at the man before her, seeming to be gates into the Hells that men dreaded in their waking moment and sleeping nights. A smile of cryptic notions curled upon lips of blood. “You called, Dear Brother?” she purred in a voice that whispered like a thousand echoes

Stefan glanced around for a moment. Then, set his hard gaze upon the demi-goddess before him.

“Stop playing games with me, Alarice. What in the hell is going on? What did you do?”

Alarice blinked at her brother. Then, she smiled a bit more.

“I have done nothing. Her anger finally released what she has been repressing all these years. Not to mention her self placed guilt.” She waved a hand as if shooing away a fly. “Do not look at me like that, Stefan. You are just as guilty as you are making me to be…”

Shaking his head, he sighed. “I’m not going to argue, Alarice.” He looked up at her. Obsidian eyes staring into Abyss eyes. He could feel the dark, chaotic evil that she existed in radiate from her body. What had happened to her? “I just want to know what all of this could bring…to everyone…” Especially to those who have yet to realize what we are, he thought.

Alarice laughed softly. It sounded much like a thousand banshees cackling. It could have very well made a normal man deaf and bleed y his ears. She stepped to her brother and leaned to whisper in his ear. Her cold lips brushed his earlobe.

“An all new war, dear Brother…an all new war…” Stepping back, she tilted her head. “Unleashed now are two beasts of unimaginable power. Another beast waits in the side curtains to take his role and guide those who will follow…A family knows not the danger that awaits them, and the danger they bring should they come…”

Stefan stared at his sister. Alarice continued.

“You wonder about the one who desires you with such passion…” She tsked and shook her head. Waves of black danced eerily about her body. “She is now in this grand play, Stefan!” She laughed again; this time it sounded much alike a girl child. “What are we to do but watch!”

She blinked innocently at the man before her. Different poles. With him, he carried the Sun. With her, she carried the Night. Brother and sister…

Stefan turned his back to Alarice. “You used to care,” he said coldly. “What happened?”

True, he did wonder what would happen to the Mind Mage Mist. He warned her the last they spoke; he only hoped she read into his words.

Gazing down at the cane in his gloved hand, he said, “I do not know if I can take anymore watching, Alarice…”

He turned around to find the woman gone.

"You need not watch and worry for me,” came a familiar voice from nearby.

He didn't turn to her. "How long?" he asked bitterly.

"Long enough."

Suddenly, he could see her. She stood near a tree not five yards from where he stood. Strangely enough, there was no scent of magic in the air from her invisibility.

"That is irrelevant for now. Katreana is very ill. We must go to her, Stefan."

He said nothing for a few minutes. Then, he looked up at her. His eyes as dark as the one who had spoken to him moments before. His face grim.

“You go.” He turned away from her and began walking into the dark forest. “I can do nothing to help them…”

"Stefan! What if I cannot help her? W-What if..." Her voice died off in a sigh, and she turned to the path that will take her to the woman.

He answered not as his form vanished.

The sword brought back its healing. Then, speaks again, "Now where are you going, and do not tell me you do not need help."

The woman was on the verge of tears from the pain. Not even the sword’s healing could take away the mind’s image.

Swallowing, she said hoarsely, “I want to go back to my family…” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She needed to get home to Peiallai.

She murmured, “Someone’s coming…”

"To Falconmyght. I can do that. Please hang on." the world seems to spin counterclockwise then blurs for a moment only to refocus at the waterfall in Falconmyght. "This is the place that I know."

Alexander laid there, howling in pain and confusion, his eyes slipping in and out of focus. His cat like eyes seeing the heat patterns that she gave off as she gloated above him.

"Sssstop it.. please... sstopp it...painnnn soooo much pain." he howls again and again, his voice high pitched like a cat yowling in pain.

Rexana only grinned. Her wine purple eyes glowing eagerly. She patted his cheek lightly.

"OOohhhh, does it hurt that bad, kitty?" she teased.

Leaning forward, she put more pressure on his shoulder blades. Then, a fingernail on her forefinger grew, and she dug into his sternum where the first needle had buried itself. Grinning, she showed him her elongated canines.

"Now, you gonna play nice and cooperate?" she asked, wiggling her finger in his sternum, causing the needle to hum and vibrate.

Again he howled in pain and rage. Then, the black ring on his right hand once again flared to life, and Alex blissfully passed out.

Rexana blinked and sighed. "Damned...they either pass out or fight...he's gotta be the one who passes out..."

Rolling off his body, she sat there on her knees staring at him. Poking his arm, pouted.

"You're no fun, half breed.." Looking around, she pondered what to do next...

Again the ring flared as she rolled him over. A magical shield forms about him, protecting him from being moved by his attacker. The ring continues to glow the blue signature of the Bards magic.

Seeing and feeling that magical shield made her pout more. Wrinkling her nose, she muttered a few words. Her form began to change.

Her redish pink hair became a dark chestnut color and shorted to just above her shoulder in gentle curls. Her face became younger and more angelic. Her clothes became tattered as if she had either been relatively poor or attacked. Her wine purple eyes became a bright cerulean color, and her eyes began to glisten as if she were going to cry...

Surely, a passerby would come and help a young girl who is crying and needing help for her cat friend...

As she changed so did the man under the shield, slowly very slowly the fur receded into his skin, his ears seemsedto melt down to their proper place on his head while the muzzle that made his face nosily reshaped itself back to the shape it usually wore, that of the halfelven bard. He still did not move, only breathed a shallow breath that gave away that he was still alive.

Rexana watched as tears flowed down her cheeks and she gave her performance sobs. She watned to reach out and touch the half breed,but knew that she probably shouldn't. Oh, she would just love to feed from him...

Stefan walked through the forest, having disappeared from Mist's questioning. How long had she heard the conversation between him and his sister? He could only guess what she had learned...or had assumed. His mind clouded, he walked, trying to figure out what to do.

Katreana? What trouble could she possibly be in? Yes, she had become one of her demoness forms, and fought the half-elf Alexander...where she was...he hoped she was safe...

He heard the crying and felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise...

For an hour, Rexana sat by Alexander's half elven form. She couldn't break the protective magical shield around him. Nor was she sure how she would get him from where they were. In frustration, she returned to her more human form. Pasty white skin, wine purple eyes that could almost be described as catlike, reddish pink hair that was a bit on the wild side. Her clothes became tight black leathers, and around her neck was a black satin choker that held a garnet stone.. Steel spiked heeled boots dug into the cold ground as she stood and glowered at the half elf's body.

"Goddammit," she hissed, kicking a stone at his body.

From the bushes, Vanera had been watching her partner in crime. Syrius had pulled her from her current job to tell her that Rexie had screwed up again. The woman had been watching for about an hour. Vanera was in her human form as well. It was more attactive and less threatening than her draconian form. The woman wore a tunic, breeches, knee high leather boots....more conservative than she was used to, but she had to play a role. Around her neck was a green satin choker with an emerald held within. She carried a series of daggers and what looked like throwing stars somewhere on her body.

Tsking, she stepped out of the bushes. Rexana spun, dagger in hand.

Grinning, Vanera purred, "Well, well, Rexie, you seem to make 'em pass out from exhaustion everytime..."

Growling, Rexana hissed, "Shut the fuck up, Van..." The woman knew why Vanera was here. Syrius wasn't exactly happy with her at the moment...

Vanera laughed and stood on the other side of the half elf's body. Her nose wrinkled. "God, how can Katreana like a half breed?"

"Well, I found out why Syrius wants him...The fucker has some god-like powers, Van. He's kind of like us...can change forms and shit..." Rexana stated.

She still had remanents of her fight with Alexander.

"No kiddin'?" Vanera resplied. "Well, we best figure out a way to get him someplace else..."

Alexander lis there as the two talk over him, the ring on his finger flickering from time to time, but the shielding does not falter or weaken. Slowly, very slowly he started to come around, but hearing voices that he did not know he stayed there, listening to the conversation before making a move.

Rexana looked between the half elf and Vanera. Wrinkling her nose, she looked around.

"How do you propose we move something like that? It's enough I had to touch him," she stated.

She looked again at the half elf. "He's got that magik all over 'im. You think we could touch it?"

Rexana was itchin' to go. This certainly wasn't proving to be any fun...She scratched at her wounds. Damn, why did they have to itch all the time?

The bard smiled to himself and then very slowly adjusted the shielding about him so he could stand. He stood up but kept the shield somewhat in place and bringing up his personal magical shield, called a mantle, in place before letting the ring drop the other shield.

His voice cold and harsh, "Two questions, how are you and where in the nine hells is Kat?"

Rexana blinked and stood there as the half breed rose. Still holding the dagger, her hand tightened around the hilt. Her wine purple eyes flared angrily. Then, her blood lips curled into a sneer.

"No idea, but I hope she's dead..." She snickered, and tilted her head. "And it'll be on your head..."

Alexander fumed silently as his eyes narrow, "Wrong answer sweetie, you see I just happen to think a whole lot of that lady... and I also happen to know that she is a hell of a lot tougher than you think." As his anger grew his features slowly shifted to the more feline than halfelven.

"Now lets try this again, who in the nine hells are you?"

Rexana couldn't help but laugh, until he mentioned how tougher Kat could be than her. With a smirk, she sheathed the dagger somewhere on her lithe body. An impish glitter came to her wine purple eyes as she saw his face change.

Glancing to Vanera, she said, "You hear that, Van? He just happens to think a whole lot of that lady." The woman laughed again. "Lady...Katreana?" Placing her gaze back to Alexander, "She's really got you in the dark, pal..." Then, she shrugged as she continued, " Don't matter what my name is...you don't need it."

Oh, she didn't give a damn at all. Let's provoke the poor sap....

Vanera's gaze remaind aloof as she looked upon the half-elven feline thing. A pale while hand lifted, index finger rubbing the side of her nose, as if to be rid of the half-breed's scent. Fingers then move to cup her chin in a thoughtfull and maliciously impish gesture. A fine black eyebrow raised, eloquent in its snobbish arch.

"Lady?" She parroted, the inflection of her voice casting doubt upon the appropriateness of that word.

With a subtle gesture she moved slightly to one side, positioning herself in such a manner as to make Alex the point of a triangle. Aside from that, there was little that she said; right now she'd let Rexie lead in this delightful little dance.

The halfelf/cat shifted slightly to keep both in his sight as his moved the fingers of his right hand very deftly, while opening his left hand as if to grip something. A feral grin on his lips.

"I see that you are not going to play nice... that is just as well, I'm not exactly in a nice mood."

Rexana watched Van move. This was a change, but it was still cool. Turning her wine purple eyes back to the half breed, she tilted her head. A slight grin twitched at the corner of her lush lips as she watched his hand opening.

"Whatcha tryin' ta do there, Doc?" she asked, using Katreana's pet name for him.

She licked her lips slowly as if having seen something really good to eat. "No fair using magic. Me and Van ain't got the same stuff you do...fair fight, half breed."

With the low growl he flung out his right hand, sending four bolts of pure magic at her, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that there isn't such a thing as a fair fight." He tensed to jump as he speaks, another spell forming on his lips.

Rexana growled, and quickly leapt up into the air. However, she received two of the bolts on her left leg. She hissed and flicked her wrist, sending out six needles, much like the ones that were still buried in his sternum. "Fucking half breed," she growled.

Landing on a branch, she glared down at Alexander. Her leg burned like all hell now. Just when she was strting to feel good.

Her gaze then fell on Vanera as if saying, "Well??? Do something!!"

Growling he let loose his second spell, a ball of sticky flame erupted fromm his hand and detonated as it impacted the needles.

As the blast rocked the clearing, he used it as cover to back up toward the trees, while preparing yet another spell. He wanted little more to do with those needles, and he wanted to know what in the Nine Hells had happened to Katreana.

A screech of horror came from Rexana as her precious needles are demolished by the flames. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she stood on the branch, favoring her left leg. That did it.

Body shuddering, her more human form began to become one that resembled half human and half dragon. Her forearms and calves became covered in metallic blue scales as did parts of her neck. Her canines elongated slightly. Her nails became black in color and dripped with venom, much like the one Katreana had used when fighting Alexander. A long whip-like tail with three spikes on the end twirled around the branch as she stood. The steel spikes of her heels bit into the branch.

"That's it," she growled.

A hiss, for magic was most certainly not a friend, and while she should not kill the halfbreed there were things that could be done that were most unplesant and yet leave nary a mark. Shying away from the flames and explosion, Vanera, none-the-less quickly followed the scent of elf and cat; promise of the hunt stirring the more primitive elements within her blood.

Rexie's ears heard Van's hiss. Good, at least Van was responding to all this. Why wasn't she taking control like she normally did? Had Syrius told her to let Rexana take most of it? Great. Just great...

Sniffing the air, she got the elf/cat scent and gave a low growl, "I'm gonna fuck you up, Doc. Fuck you up real good. Then, deliver you right onto Katreana's doorstep..."

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