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Date Posted: 07:07:06 01/23/03 Thu
Author: Massacre, Genocide, Suicide and Holocaust
Subject: [.the.four.plagues.]

Massacre melted from the shadows, lips lifted but no sound coming out. He looked back with a glare at his siblings, before sitting upon Greying haunches. This charade was not to go on. This pack was not enough..there just wasn't the....evilness he needed, and his siblings were looked down upon for actions that would have been usual anywhere else.

Genocides' frame melted from the darkness, lookingwith desgust upon the lands she had once begun to like. Now the four plagues needed to go..They'd been to many lands, but still haven't found their desired ones.. somehow she felt as if only half ofthem was truly even here anymore, that there was more to the four plagues than just the four. She paced like a tiger within a cage before howling, her eerie voice decorating the night and piercing the minds of all about. This wasn't enough. They needed more.

Holocausts' howl was next, just as powerful as Genocides' yet more creepy. He agreed with his sibling. This land was worthless to them, worthless to their needs as the plagues. There was a flash of black and his frame came from seemingly nowhere to stand in between Genocide and Massacre, bright orbs flashing. it was time to leave.

The pure-white femme trotted in gaily, her crazy orbs flashing. Sure! She'd go on a trip with them! Such fun! She pranced happily on the spot, her own high-pitched deafening howl escaping. She truly didn't know what was going on, but wanted to go anyway.

Four forms rise as if on cue, each feeling the need to leave, to become one with the wind once more, no longer binded by dominance and ranks. Like a fleeting shadow, the four frames slip from the terra, to disappear upon the wind. Perhaps some day they would return..but no one knew. From far away, a chorus of three voices was heard, though one could still somehow sense the presence of the 'mute' on their voices. It was not a farewell, but rather a joyous chorus of four souls that were free from the bindings of pack life for a few precious moments, free to traverse as they pleased...Farewells were not to be wasted here-they may return.

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~The regret ending to a story that will never end~ -- Darkness, 09:26:07 01/25/03 Sat