NO LAUGHING MATTER
04-27-2013, 06:19 PM
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The cry that reached his ears was more annoying than it was demanding. A pack meeting, how very droll. With a loud hungry yawn the small creature, no less deadly than any other beast of his kind, rolled onto his feet and stepped out of the mountain side cave, kicking away the bones of dead creatures he had neglected to clean. Another long day in Tortuga for Grinner. Slowly the thin east descended the mountain and approached the meeting grounds, his eyes half open with sheer boredom radiating from every pore on his body. He greeted no one, and expected no one to greet him in response, he was after all, too good for any of them. Speech, |
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