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Welcome to the gun show.
Magnus got closer to that place, and the closer and closer he got he heard voices. He growled low in his throat, he didnt match voices with faces, only scents to faces. He could tell one smell to be that child he had helped not too long ago, and the other had that familiar smell that bothered his nose to where he wanted to sneeze. Which made him growl even more, he hated who that scent belonged to. Why? Because. Thats why. He just naturally hated a lot of people. He moved through the ruins and blood, his tail dragging behind him and his mouth ajar slightly. He stepped on a ribcage, crushing the bone under his weight as he walked. He was still hungry.