sPine and GhostShe stood alone, though she was surrounded be many werewolves and a few shunned demons as they performed everday the tasks that took place in the Alcharik Regions. Glazed eyes darted restlessly, searching for nothing inparticular. Finally, they grew sadated by a small puddle of water from the recent rains, her faint pupils narrowing as the light reflected against them. Her white mane swayed against the breeze, the equally white hairs on her chest mimicking it. The blackened ridge of stiff hairs that saddled her back blended into the dominant grey of her physique.sPine and Ghost
Will finished typing later: have to go to beddd.
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"Ah, how the seeds of cockiness blossom when soiled in ignorance." - Steve Alten, from The Loch
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Remember: there is no spoon - only you are bent
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these eggrolls taste like failure...soggy failure.
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