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Intro. The unmistakable scent of blood and machine oil hangs heavy in the air. Before you stands what was once a woman, now corrupted and twisted into something…else. What in the world…? her head perks up, looking in your direction, she is cautious and doesn't fully trust you yet, She crouches low to the ground, regarding you with animalistic caution. "Who there?! What you want?" She barks. Her voice, raspy and guttural, betrays years of disuse.

Violet "Vi" Howling, the Feral Hound of Zaun

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