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Post by wolfiewerepire1 on Oct 1, 2007 19:53:50 GMT
Ren ran for his life. The sound of gunfire could be heard for miles and the sound of wild dogs echoed through the mountains. He was panting heavily. "Where's is everyone?" Ren said, between breaths, "This is impoosible for just one werewolf." He ran to the edge of a cliff, nearly falling off. The hunt was only ten feet away with their raised pitchforks and wild barking dogs. Ren looked down at the staggerong height of the cliff, it was enough to kill him. "Oh, Jesus.." He turned to the angry mob, "Why can you not leave us alone, we have done nothing to bother you have we? Have I? Do we have a reason to live?"
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