Close Your Eyes
09-04-2015, 07:49 PM
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It might be your wound but they're my sutures. The night was quite, she was alone and with a steadily full belly growing. It was a good night for the loner, the distant thundering of hooves could be heard but that was suspected. The herd would flee for awhile yet, if any happen to be caught in their stampede, well that was their fault. Eating her fill just as a male came upon her, that head lifted and shifted that hellfire gaze to the alabaster male. "I cannot control where they go nor whom they run into." It was all he was going to get from the dark women, whom stepped aside leaving the carcass where it was, it had enough meat left on it to feed another wolf or her again if she so choose. |