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Grian wondered along the edge of the river, seeing the peak of Magic Mountain, the pink cherry blossoms as clear as day in the warm sunlight he'd come to know and love.

he looked down at his left arm, all ten hearts red, and his hunger full. He blinked for a moment and when he opened his dark eyes again, a stinging pain was coursing through his arm, the red human hearts being momentarily replaced with uncanny purple eyes, the pupils pooling with power - with rage.

His blood tingling painfully as he stared back at the eyes, well more like glared, a purple glint forming in his own pitch black eyes. His vision went blurry, and the eyes were gone, along with what little peace Grian had in his mind.

Grian knew what this meant, and he wasn't happy. Not at all.

ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ ∴ᒷ∷ᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ

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