High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.

High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.

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I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?

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