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Post by Darkmoon on Apr 17, 2011 21:05:42 GMT -5
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Muscles tensed, lime green paw pads scrapping gently against the rough terrain. The dens were located here, however the place seemed dead. What was new around Amenti though? Taking in a deep breath, she smirked. Eyes covered with her bangs hid the dark glare that rested in her gaze. What she had left of a tail flicked eagerly, the warmth this land gave off was nothing new. However she was glad to welcome it, with the temperature getting colder with each passing day. During the summer, this was the last place you wanted to be. Mind raced, wrapping around how much this place was lacking in numbers.
Ears flicked, as she moved on. "Will there be a puppet made today, or perhaps a new enemy?" she wondered out loud. A yawn escaped her, revealing her black tainted tongue. Growl erupted from her as the sound of magma mimicked her. This place had become dull, she needed some male to tease. Or some poor girl to torment. Something. Anything. Tail lashed, her frustration building. It was too quiet, not even the normal sounds of yelps, or screams could be heard.
Moving into her den, she laid down with a huff. Boring. The sun was setting, the darkness taking over once more. That was how thing should be. All the time. Darkness ruling.
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