Oh SueH, if you don't believe me, take a look at this little exerpt from an older story of mine (which lacks polish, so I won;t post it all):
His rage worsened as the impotency of his fury sank in. He needed an outlet, his heart wanted blood - would settle for nothing less. And so he curled his hands into claws again, and ground his nails into his own skin, peeling it back and watching with inane satisfaction as the blood left his body. |
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