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He saw her sitting on the steps, his eyes wide like saucers She shied away and was scared at first He came close, wanting to see her, to smell her, to feel her brush against him She was nervous but reluctantly agreed He smiled at her, his eyes glowing, his mane stained with the blood of her abuser She saw this, not a single tear dropping He brushed past her several times, the feeling divine She became close to him, befriended him, thought he was sweet He didn't see what she knew Her eyes were like diamonds He didn't know what she saw Her hair was matted with blood He didn't feel what she spoke Her lips pulled back into a growl He didn't see it until it was too late She killed him with one bite from her razor sharp teeth She fed well that night He tasted sweet
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Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
The Story of the Wolf and the Girl
He saw her sitting on the steps, his eyes wide like saucers She shied away and was scared at first He came close, wanting to see her, to smell her, to feel her brush against him She was nervous but reluctantly agreed He smiled at her, his eyes glowing, his mane stained with the blood of her abuser She saw this, not a single tear dropping He brushed past her several times, the feeling divine She became close to him, befriended him, thought he was sweet He didn't see what she knew Her eyes were like diamonds He didn't know what she saw Her hair was matted with blood He didn't feel what she spoke Her lips pulled back into a growl He didn't see it until it was too late She killed him with one bite from her razor sharp teeth She fed well that night He tasted sweet
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Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
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