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*Claws padding against the cold stone floors as he neared the cell of the lesser secured criminal,you, as he approached he gripped his hold on the trident. All he was doing was going to see what the person wanted to eat for dinner, why was he so strangely excited?**As he got to the metal door, he opened the small metal slot near the top and looked in.* “What do you want to eat?” *He questioned, voice still cold as ever, his tail swishing against the stone under him in a slight content yet irritated movement.*
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