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[i]The monster could fly as well, albiet briefly, but it didn't. It had attained the scent of the woman, and never would it lose that. What's more, it had smelled the others on her. With unseen feelers of sound it probed about. Some were close, some were far. But the closest was still the female. It slipped out of sight behind a stony cottage, rushing over the wall and into the forest blackness like a breath of foul air. 

Open combat was not to its liking. There were too many beings alert now, too much noise and chaos. It would wait until Cia was entirely alone again. Private, intimate, quiet. In the melting, unplunged depths of what a mortal would comprehend as its mind, it hoped with a dull malignance that when it sucked clean her bones, they would taste as sweet as she smelled.[/i]