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‘Such unscrupulous hands–’ Krasner gasps, choked, rivulets of sardonicism stopping at the back of his throat as he struggles. His words were made to endure the metallic snarl as black intelligence postured at him. The canid, living but not, a mutilated weapon.
It could kill him with that industrial maw and he would have no chance of breathing once more before the end. Krasner’s pale eyes drift to its own– optical sensors, not eyes at all, his mind and blood turning to chill under such scrutiny.
And did it breathe like–
The snapping of teeth answer him, the psyker’s heart staked like ice through his ribs as he winces from it violently. The barking thrust itself into his mind like electric.
Black and red erupts across his vision.
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