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Post by xionac on Jun 8, 2004 19:40:58 GMT -5
Puff, puff, puff, puff... Each paw-fall onto this land was muffled beneath the foot-swirling fog. Large-bred chassis ambled on until it reached a clearing, and a smug sneer spread through cerebrum, but never upon facial palet. He was as stoic as they came, but just as evil. So naturally, this titan was here, to do evil. Bellows expelled from lifted larynx-tunnel.
The call was made to cover distance, and he knew it would accomplish such. The tune rang out his message:
'Bring me a Wolf worth a challenge. Bring me a Death-Match. Or suffer to massacre.'
The call faded into nothing. So who would respond? Who would heed this challenge of strength to an uknown devil? Come and face him, come and perish...
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Post by Ze Recruiter on Jun 9, 2004 15:20:01 GMT -5
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