Master_Trogg
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 8, 2004
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Trees flew past me in a blur as I ran my heart. Shadows danced as the night creatures fell silent. The hunt was on.
I knew he was just ahead of me. Bastard was trying to use his abilities to hide from me. Hide from us. It would never work. We could smell the corruption for miles. No amount of perfume could cover the stink of the grave from us.
Close now. I slowed. I hunted. Pain tore through my back making me whip around and snap. Cold white hands of stone ripped at me. His foul breath of stolen blood filled my nose. I felt my fangs sink into cold flesh then the sweet wash of the rage took me. Claw to claw and fang to fang I fought him until he was nothing but dust in my mouth. It was the way of things. The dead were to remain dead.
I wandered weakened with my wounds through the forest when I came upon a puddle of fresh rain water on a road. I lapped to wash the creature’s filth from my mouth when there was a flash of light. I looked up just in time to see the head lights of a car. What an ironic way to die.
Screeching breaks. Impact. A yelp of new pain escaped me.
The last I remember seeing were dangerous sharp heels of white shoes and a white dress. Then warm hands in my fur.
I knew he was just ahead of me. Bastard was trying to use his abilities to hide from me. Hide from us. It would never work. We could smell the corruption for miles. No amount of perfume could cover the stink of the grave from us.
Close now. I slowed. I hunted. Pain tore through my back making me whip around and snap. Cold white hands of stone ripped at me. His foul breath of stolen blood filled my nose. I felt my fangs sink into cold flesh then the sweet wash of the rage took me. Claw to claw and fang to fang I fought him until he was nothing but dust in my mouth. It was the way of things. The dead were to remain dead.
I wandered weakened with my wounds through the forest when I came upon a puddle of fresh rain water on a road. I lapped to wash the creature’s filth from my mouth when there was a flash of light. I looked up just in time to see the head lights of a car. What an ironic way to die.
Screeching breaks. Impact. A yelp of new pain escaped me.
The last I remember seeing were dangerous sharp heels of white shoes and a white dress. Then warm hands in my fur.