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Date Posted: 15:49:55 05/12/04 Wed
Author: Charisma.
Subject: .youstillhaveallofme. (trat - read. it's a post!)

Deathly silence in the moors, barely even a rabbit moving across the darkened wasteland. As irony would have it, one of the cunning folk of nature broke the silence, loping across in a fluid 'trot'. Th fox paused, sensing somethin. It had been watching for prey, unaware he was the watchee (Is that even a word?).

From the undergrowth, massive form hidden in some dried ferns & plants, Charisma stood, poised. Every muscle tensed and ready, claws dug firmly into the blood-drenched soil. It wasn't a great meal, barely a snack, but still, it was food. And she was waiting for the perfect moment.

It came. The fox barely knew what had happened. It was tackled to the gound, strong, large paws pressed against it's throat. A bite & twist to the throat, and heads rolled. Literally., it landed in rabbit burrow.

Char's mind was easily elsewhere as she fed. Dark brown eyes circulated the area, glancing around. For him. The gorgeous, though killer, Stain. Even though he'd taken away her normal life, she wished to see him. For what? She didn't know. But he was on her mind and wouldn't go away.

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