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Post by V i r u s on Feb 28, 2010 21:18:04 GMT -5
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But I didn't do anything wrong. Why should it be my life that you're going to take? Azazeal's the one that did it, not me! "Well that's just too bad, now, isn't it? He doesn't happen to be here. And if I'm correct, you're guilty by association," the monster chuckled. And with that, their conversation was over. He had lunged, the scrawny brute beneath him no match for the behemoth. He felt his jaws wrap around the boy's neck, and with a swift swing of his massive head, a terrorizing snap rang out.
Shrrrrrrk! The sticky sound of tearing flesh rang out into the air, along with a few snaps - the breaking of bones. A large male hovered over the body of the same species. Except that the victim lupine was dead. The brute gobbled down, piece after piece, flesh of the other wolf as his stomach growled softly in satisfaction. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and it was about time that he had gotten his fill. Vivid gold eyes shimmered dangerously as he splattered blood, violently ripping at the carcass beneath him. London licked his crimson stained lips, finally having enough to eat. He licked up a few tongue-fuls of blood before moving away from the body to roll in the dirt. After all, he didn't want to smell. 'Alright, King of the damned, time to get moving,' the beast thought to himself.
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