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tick, tick, tick.
the sound seemed to echo in the silence, in the darkness. it all seemed to come from the hellhound, or more specifically, the bag beside her.
it wasn't a bomb, it was a watch. a pocket watch, one of her many items. the bag, a rusty colored thing, resembled the fem's eyes and horns. her fur, a lovely shade of gold, contrasted quite nicely with the curling ram's horns extending from her forehead. she was large, closer to the size of a bear than to a wolf, which her body most resembled. but still, she was lovely - a gentle giant with a knack for things she saw around and subsequently acquired.
the fem, with her ticking back, sat at the border of the district, patiently waiting someone, anyone.