- The wind whistled through the trees, causing strange patterns to form on the ground from the moon light. It was a chilly night, the perfect night for hunting. His form blended in perfectly with the night, long black hair flying behind him as he leaps from tree to tree, searching for the one thing that would make him forget. Eyes glowing red from the corruption inside him he catches the scent, his heart beating faster as he catches the whiffs of perfume on the air. "I've found you" he whispers to himself, his voice a soft tenor full of malicious intent.
- by The Great Weasel King |
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- | Submitted on 12/16/2008 |
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- Title: Darkness Ascending
- Artist: The Great Weasel King
- Description: Just a splurg I wrote on a whim.
- Date: 12/16/2008
- Tags: darkness ascending
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- drunkenmaster214 - 02/05/2009
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how do i make a story ??
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- The Great Weasel King - 12/16/2008
- This post made me urinate all over myself and my cat in joy, keep up the good work.
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- LaLa117 - 12/16/2008
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First post!
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