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<I can though!>

Shadowy tendrils race out from Oxryklne, and grab the hounds.  The creatures howl in pain as they are crushed in the tendril's grip.  With one final effort from Oxryklne, the hounds pop like blisters.

Edited by Lord_Battal

<Well...I consist mainly of nightmare fuel, crushed purple gemstones, and the like.  I was created by a human like you; intended me to be a scout for finding new materials.  Well, he failed his experiments on me, flew into a rage, and died.  So there you go.>

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