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Post by +Carsey+ on Mar 3, 2006 10:55:16 GMT -5
Who am I...a wolf or dog...which am I...
Slowly the greyish fae lurked in the shadows ready to make her deadly kill. Saliva dropped from her muggings as she peared around. IT was early in the morning perfect for her. The fae crouched in the snowy hills waiting for a deer or something like that to come around and make her snap its tiny neck. Suddenly the allertive auds stuck up hearing a twig snap behind her. She turned around making a warning growl come up her throat and out of her deadly jaws. She just watched it muscles tense as ever ready to spring upon whatever it is and make it wish that it was never born. [/i]
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