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The first time he’d walked towards her neck of the ashlands, Cavill stood out against the burnt woodlands. His feathers matched the dried grasses of the moors, though less windblown and much more put together. He looked as if he took great care of them–not a feather out of place, hardly any scars to blemish such a complexion. Pitch took greater notice to his eyes–so vibrant, as though they captured the sea itself within. The female therizinosaurus lingered...