She looked up, not wanting to witness the terrors below. However, it was not the skies that graced her sight; it was a dead human in the branches above. It was not alone. Feasting upon the carcass was a Chaot, a different one than before. The soulless being once upon a time had called himself the civilized. Now he was savage, resembling a jaguar hiding its prey from scavengers. The Chaot moved with an animalistic grace in the tree. He could have trained in jujitsu in another life; nimble movements from branch to branch gave him an elegance, a gentle grace, that enchanted her. For the first
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