shizzz
That one guy
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The beast stirred. He could hear the baying of the wolves of his woods. They were in the pursuit hunting down something big, otherwise the whole pack wouldn't be out. He found himself pulled to the window of the castle, looking out over the wintry landscape of his stone mansion. His castle. His prison. His prison of his own making
He was about to turn back into the keep when he saw him
A man driving a wagon hard, careening down the path to his keep, wolves right on his tale
He turned laughing, thinking of how well the wolves would eat.
His tall thick 7ft frame squeezed through the door, back into the shadows
It was some time later that he heard a voice
Could it be. Had the man made it here. Was there a trespasser!
He bolted from his massive
Chair, stalking through the halls to the source of the voice
A short balding man was creeping through his home, Lumiere in his hands
He circled around him in the shadows. Coming up from behind he swatted the candlestick from his hands
"Who dares to trespass!!!!" His below sent spitttle flying over the man as a paw like hand swung out, gripping him by tire beck and hauling him off toward the dungeon
"Trespassers loves are forfeit!" He cried as he crossed him into a cell and slammed it
The sound of a horse riding off faded in the back ground.
He was about to turn back into the keep when he saw him
A man driving a wagon hard, careening down the path to his keep, wolves right on his tale
He turned laughing, thinking of how well the wolves would eat.
His tall thick 7ft frame squeezed through the door, back into the shadows
It was some time later that he heard a voice
Could it be. Had the man made it here. Was there a trespasser!
He bolted from his massive
Chair, stalking through the halls to the source of the voice
A short balding man was creeping through his home, Lumiere in his hands
He circled around him in the shadows. Coming up from behind he swatted the candlestick from his hands
"Who dares to trespass!!!!" His below sent spitttle flying over the man as a paw like hand swung out, gripping him by tire beck and hauling him off toward the dungeon
"Trespassers loves are forfeit!" He cried as he crossed him into a cell and slammed it
The sound of a horse riding off faded in the back ground.