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Red Rabbit
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Desdemona squeezed some of the water from her tail, a quiet groan of annoyance slipping from her lips. Earth smelled too heavily of metal. How could other immortals stand living here? She paused mid-step and turned her attention to the motorbike parked in a driveway. It was the same one she witnessed speeding down the street not too long ago. Wonder why they wanted to get here in such a hurry. The Kitsune pulled up her hood to hide her ears as she crept forward to one of the windows in a crouched stance. Wouldn't want to any hunters recognizing me. The right corner of her lip twitched upward at the thought as she tried to peer in through the bottom corner of the glass.