Whit
Wanders
'I don't like two-legged things...'
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Post by Whit on Jan 5, 2007 22:18:08 GMT -4
He sat in the gathering on a table. His eyes focusing on the door.
"Come on in Gaven, Gavin, Govin... What ever the hell your name is..." He yelled as he continued to sit there. His ears were perked up, and he was hungry. He needed to feed rather soon, He needed a live kill.
"Should be more fun, bringing down prey as a loner, not relying on the pack to help. It'll be fun toying with his body as he scrambles for his LIFE!" he said softly.
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