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Rouge.
Nov 11, 2008 18:36:54 GMT -6
Post by hazelpaw on Nov 11, 2008 18:36:54 GMT -6
Padds away quietly and quickly, her fur prickling. She feels the pain full transformation, her fangs and muzzle expanding, and her claws growing long and painfull heavy. Her eyes grow darker than midnight, and her world is just a blurry immage in the back of her mind. The fealing of not getting enough air hits her and she contrates on her goal, not the blood lust. She growls at her demon, who gring at her from the front of her mind. She pushes him aside and padds on, looking for the split tree.
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Rouge.
Nov 11, 2008 18:51:29 GMT -6
Post by hazelpaw on Nov 11, 2008 18:51:29 GMT -6
Spots the tree and pads quietly to it, listing in on the rouge group's converstarion.
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