Tuesday Aug 10, 2004

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Harried from all sides
The blood that mats my fur is mine
Driven from my kills
Left to starve.
My own works turned against me.
Snap my fangs
Catching nothing but the empty air.
Foes strike and then they fade away.
Hunting no matter the outcome
A wolf among Jackals.
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rexalian:

I have returned after months absent.

sunshine:


Merry Christmas!!
xoxo
Sunshine