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Date Posted: 14:55:48 12/13/03 Sat
[x]the.reaper.cometh.in.the.night[x]
all appeared calm, quiet, and serene in this stretch of serenity. the pale, young moon cast little light over the thick canopies of the forests, leaves whispering in hushed voices as a chill wind foretelling the coming of winter blew mournfully. yet it seemed watchful, tense. the wind ceased to blow at once, as if the throat it blew from had been slit. silence reigned, rippling outwards in waves from an unknown source.
and then he could be seen, moving with the feline grace. a dark, orange pelt, almost black in the night, covered the powerful frame of the stalking beast, stripes running close together down his back and sides. the promised bringer of death, messenger of chaos, and lord of destruction. he feared nothing, doubted nothing. after all, who could stand before the apex predator of the cat world?
muscles rippled, carrying the beast forward, large paws hardly leaving any sign of his existence. for all the world knew, he was merely a fictitious ghost, made up to have someone to blame for sickness and death. but if you reached out to touch him, you would find yourself eye to eye with the fabled reaper. look, don't touch.
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