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I'm still yearning for your touch



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07-05-2013, 08:58 PM
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Fuck this entire place and of the fucking wolves and animals in it. He hated it. Absolutely fucking hated it. He wanted to murder every single fucking wolf that crossed his path and torture them until their cries filled the land for the next hundred centuries. Every time he went out looking for someone to fuck that wasn't his sister, things always fucked up. Someone or something had to happen to ruin his fun. Why was it so damn fucking hard to find a fucking bitch to fuck in this damn place? He wasn't horny; he was murderous right now. He wanted to feel a wolf's throat crush beneath his jaws, their blood trickling down his throat, their blood-curling cries filling his ears as they begged for the mercy that was never going to come. He wanted to murder, he wanted to maim, he wanted to torture.


First his sister with the red bitch, and now the two idiots with the white bitch. Was fucking not allowed in this fucking land or what? He didn't give a shit if the bitch belonged to a pack or not, if she was around Demyan, he was going to fuck her, regardless if she wanted to or not. That is, if there wasn't anyone there to stop him, like what had just happened. Jaws clenched together as the gargantuan man moved towards the cliff, each step with his right hind leg a painful one, but nothing he couldn't handle. Those fucking nosy bastards, coming in to rescue the helpless white bitch before he could have his way with her. Just because she was part of their pack didn't mean that they had to come in and help her. Fucking pack wolves and their need to protect each other. By now the sun had dipped far behind the mountain rage, plunging the landscape into darkness. In it's place was the luminescent moon, illuminating the landscape with her brilliant silver light. The meadow before him was breath-taking, but the beauty was wasted on him. The only thing he could see what his sister's figure curled up near the edge of the cliff, the mangled carcass of a dear lying beside her. The giant man halted at the edge of the meadow, the left side of his body hidden by the shadows, the right illuminated by the moonlight, cyan gems intent on her figure. It was her fault he hadn't been able to get any ass. She'd cursed him.





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