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A strange night, in which an odd scent floats into the air, charming the creatures around. A creature, afraid and feared, for its capabilities are too grand. Such a monstrosity, your imagination would be jealous. Lurking for countless centuries, in the depths of this cave. So-called energy fluxes, caressing the sides of the horifice, the so cherished prize, for defeating such a foe. Humongous growls matching the song of the neverending screams which echoes all harmoniously. Shower of body parts scattered everywhere, torn or eaten corpses spread all over. Those long lost forgotten soldiers, rotting... A fatality taught by Humans brutality. Such a tragedy, lead by noone than humanity itself. Another fool, marching like a soldier, towards an obvious fate. God prays for his soul, as he walks in innocently. Discret footsteps; a silencious step. A blast against the spiked wall, another trophy already placed. Blood dripping off the once-living... The gasps of the creature, a feeling of warmth, of happyness. Beastial instincts ready to be fueled by lust, as the moon shine its way through the last hope of our dearest life. Those ancient and wise eyes, holding the soul of a ferocious and fierceful Fel. Clouds fleeing the wrath of the lunatic beams... Unleashing havoc in the little hole. The time to feast has come, payback has arrived, it's the moment to strike out and to rally as much Fels as possible...
A last growl was heard thorought the lands, while the wind blew, as if there was no tomorrow.



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On Wednesday April 25th, 2007, Aunty Depressant (687) writes:
It reminds me of someone I have read awhile back, perhaps Koontz and his creature bred for war...must admit spelling tripped me up and felt like I was already in the middle of a story.



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