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Post by witch on Aug 4, 2011 17:06:24 GMT 10
Her eyes gleamed in the still of the night, snow falling all around her, her large paws kicking up a white trail of bust yet leaving no other sign that the land had been touched. The smell of her target filled her noise her mouth watering for the for the first bite, that taste until finally, finally it came into sight.
A man standing tall only to be soon struck down by her attack, to be soon looking up at her with worry and fear in his still human eyes. A plea that would pretend to be unheard slipping through his shaking form. Just like it had from hers, long ago before HE came into her life, before HE changed it all.
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