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Date Posted: 19:25:19 05/13/01 Sun
Author: Dancing Devil
Subject: Inside>>>

Dancing Devil pads in, knowing he really had no business here, but he was a roamer and it is what he does. He lays down in the foggy meadow and raises his head to the night sky. A song so pure and sweet excapes from his throat, in memory of his two supports who were now gone. Icey, noy Ice Star, not Ice Moon, Icey. Icey was his sister, and was 49% of his life. She was 49% of what got him to convert to the good side. She was a very sweet and gentle wolf. She was gone. And so was the 49% of her that lived in him. That 49% could never be recovered. Then the other support, Luna. Daughter of Cerberus and Angelique. She was 50% of his life. She was 50% of what converted him. She was caring, kind, beautiful, gone. To date he is still her slave. He'd do anything and everything for her. And nothing could stop him. If only he had her back. If only he could have 50% of himself back. And then there was the small 1%. A dear wolf whom he hadn't seen in days, weeks. But he still lived. His name was Snatcher, and he was but a pup. But it was the first time he had seen a pup up close, that fateful day when he followed Buffy. He instantly fell in love with him, and silently declared himself Snatcher's protector and guardian. Aside from those three wolves who were missing in his life, he had no one else. No other friends, no other relatives - who lived here anyway. He feels the light rain on his back and curls up in a ball. He had come a long way. It had been atleast a year - he didn't keep count anymore - since he first came here under the strict orders of his sister K-2. She told him to go to the main field and to win the heart of a wolf, then to go into her pack and slaughter the family. But he couldn't do it to Luna. Nor the kind wolf that had been there too. He was punished for that. His eyes open to glance at his fur. It had been singed off as punishment for his crime. But now his fur was fluffy with health. With a deep and troubled sigh, he falls into a deep sleep.

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Dancing Devil stands up and pads out. (NT) -- Dancing Devil, 16:23:20 05/17/01 Thu