(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

closed in the flesh they so envied.
Those sharp spirals of shadow cracked like a whip, and the dagger-like tips
pierced me through the throat and the chest. My hands grew clumsy, vainly
cupping the blood and attempting to pour it back into the wounds as I
swayed.
Another crack, searing a wound across my back.
Another, tearing open my belly.
I was vaguely aware of my body hitting the ground with a heavy thud, and at
the dim edge of my flickering awareness I was thankful that I wouldn't feel
those talons as they began to tear into my flesh.
A tail flicked through the crack in the gate, as if to lure any prey out to
investigate. But the abandoned streets were silent save for the wistful sigh
that permeated the entire alley, and after a few moments the gate swung
open a little further, as a lithe young tiefling poked her head through and
crept in.
She was beautiful, with rust-red hair and skin pale as milk, her armor
creaking little more than plain leather as she moved.
Kneeling over the corpse, her tail flicked again. Another deader for the
Dusties, and that was that.
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The voice of the Alley rang in my ears,
scattering the images from my mind and returning me back to the present,
"You're dying?"
"Divide?" I asked, genuinely confused.
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