Nara stood at the corner, leaning against the wall while she smoked a cigarette. The smoke danced around her slender body, her blonde hair falling into soft ringlets down her shoulders. On the outside she seemed such a pretty face, on the inside she was the most dangerous type of monster. The full moon smiled at her, begging her to turn into her natural form she couldn't give it satisfaction till her mission was complete. She was on guard, watching the territory, it was foretold that the vampires were staging some kind of manslaughter, then they were going to blame it on the werewolves. She stood there feeling anxious, watching, waiting.
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