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Date Posted: 05:23:34 12/30/02 Mon
In reply to:
Letha
's message, "Escape from the Light" on 23:29:44 12/29/02 Sun
The male halted (I wrote malted at first, o_O) within the beckoning shadows, away from his wimpy siblings, relishing the comfort of both the presence of wolfbane and the darkness that hid him so well. He was fully aware of the other, Letha, and he ignored her completely, though the swirling red drew him towards her insanity. Relaxed the behemoth was-he never felt fear, not even when in the face of death. Demons' peltry was matted with a Kerls' blood, so much of it that it looked as if he had bathed in it-in fact he had. His fur now took on a slick crimson look, pressing against his fur and outlining the layers of muscle and bone. He looked a bit smaller than usual, because of the now thin-looking pelt, and the blood had began to congeal, as the male felt no need to remove it from his canvas. Nares flared, inhaling the females' scent, a fleeting unclean thought causing a smirk to twist his maw horribly. His insane crimson-tinged orbs alighted upon her frame for a moment, watching her tread down the rows of statues towards him, before his crania rose towatch nothing in particular with glowing orbs.
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