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... r -- that weaved around the branches of the great tree like ribbons.
"Les Fauves!"
As she pursued Atoy Muzazi up the trunk of Ward 7's mighty oak, Oé swung her Black Brush in three great sweeping arcs -- and with each swing, a red deluge like a mixture of blood and paint poured forth, weaving into transitory life. The beasts that resulted, lunging towards Muzazi, were not quite wolves and not quite boars -- indistinct creatures, specialized for the act of running forward and biti ...
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