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07-17-2014, 03:43 PM
There he lay with his meal, a deer he had caught just half an hour ago. It had been a good workout, almost relieving in a way, to get his blood pumping, muscles burning. It had helped him to push a way any negativity he had been feeling after another failed search for his children. Lowering his head the man would dig in once more, jaws clamping down on the flesh then pulling back and twisting his head to rip it from the base. When eh lifted his head once more and looked around while chomping on his meal, he had an almost laziness to how he lay there. "normal. speech. thought. you." |
