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Searing Seether
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Thin scales prevent protection. Mumbling and burbling, fetal position silently screeching. Rocking back and forth brewing, anger bubbling beneath the surface. Acidic words rise up and out, tempers explode as word spew forth. They sizzle within the air, toxic smoke pouring off them as they search the tunnels.
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