Night grows longer. Bitter winds caress. Come. Let us Hunt. We begin. Again.
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Howling to the Moonlight on a Hot Summer Night..Grins*
Where you roam I will find you.
Daring to inhale the scent of Life pulsing, she waits ever patiently for One to step closer. Fear is false. Grins *
Silently drifting. Pauses pondering. Offers a wry smile. Like a specter fades without a trace. Always watching. Amused.
A Solitary figure roams the woodlands
Grins
Get me outta this creative Funk Please!!
I'm Done tks much tc ppl enjoy!
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