by UndeadRaptor » Sun Aug 29, 2010 12:43 am
"sadly, four years ago," grunted Red Claw looking down. She visualized Manderius, murdering her father, causing her to want to kill him even more. If they took out the head of the pack, his mate, and all of their decendants, his pride could crumble if done.
White Tip continued acting as a sentry as a light breeze sent a chill down her spine. She realized that the ai was starting to get colder and colder within each half hour, as the sun started to go down, the darkness of night would rain down on the trio soon. "Atleast I still got some family, and Nightbane," White Tip thought to herself, the memories of her family being slaughtered came back to her.
"What's the plan?!" - random soldier, Mud and Blood 2.
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