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Sabor Tooth
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Date Posted: 19:30:31 12/26/01 Wed
>Name:Starless Night
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>Nickname:Starless
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>Age:Newborn
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>Gender:Male
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>Breed:Timber
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>Colors:Black
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>Personality:Tis'a mystery to all
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>Past:Starless Night was born with 4 brothers and 3
>sisters. They were all weak, yet he was the runt. He
>did not bully his brothers and sisters, yet he did not
>allow them to dominate him. He began to eat meat just
>before they died, yet he still needed to nurse. One
>morning a mournful howl was heard, and his mother
>pricked up her ears and raced out of the large den.
>He also knew the sound and he too pricked his tiny
>ears, and turned his head when his mother ran out of
>the den. He crawled out slowly into the light to
>witness somehthing that a pup should never see, the
>death of his own parents. His father lay on the
>ground in a pool of blood, with a stream of it
>cascading from hsi throat. His mother stood tall
>snarling at a black German
>Shepherd/Wolfhound/Pitbull/Timber wolf mix. The mixed
>breed was smiling an evil smile as he lunged at the
>den enterance, Starless Night yelped and his mother
>raced in front of the mixed breed. With the cunning
>of a wolf, the size of a German Shepherd and a wolf,
>and the hostility of a pitbull, he lunged at Starless
>Night's mother, slashing her throat in one fleeting
>blow. His mother fell to the ground next to his
>father, in yet another pool of blood. From her came
>the mournful howl of a dying Timber wolf, the sound
>his father had made before he died. The mixed breed,
>with his job done, he raced into the den. Starless
>Night saw him coming and he raced into a hiding place
>he had dug for himself just recently. Further at the
>bottom of the den, he heard the snarls of his brothers
>and sisters. Then the sound of the mixed breed's jaws
>snapping seven times, and the sound of seven baby
>yips. The black mixed breed left the den, full and
>content, but Starless Night left his hiding place and
>raced to where his brothers and sisters were. Their
>scent still lingered, but it was a bad scent. He
>memorized the scent of the animal which had so
>wrongfully sinned against him and his family. He
>would have revenge someday, someday...
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>Present:Now he lays alone, with the rotting corpses of
>his brothers and sisters. He whimpers and whines with
>his dying breath, he asks for someone to call 'MOM'
>and somewhere to call 'HOME'.
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