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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 27, 2008 16:29:30 GMT -5
Paris rose, legs pumping furiously in an effort to catch up with the raving mad wolf. His eyes flashed darkly as he reflected on his journey so far. Right now, he still wasn't sure when there would be more red stuff. He longed for it...relished at his memory of it's crimson staining the colorless snow.
yeah...he's weird 0_0
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 27, 2008 18:39:04 GMT -5
(enter the phrase "dysfunctional" : Diablo growled, throwing his head from left to right. I'm not a father, she says? Well fine.. then I"m not a mate either! I"m not a Healer! I'M A KILLER, IF THAT'LL MAKE HER HAPPY!He ran foward, scenting the air and finding the scent of wolf on the breeze. A random wolf... innocent, probably. Wind still roaring in his ears, Diablo readied for the kill.
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