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I heard a howling in the woods, freezing me right where I stood. That sound: it turned my blood to ice I knew he'd hunt me this full moon night. Great, big footsteps pounding near; Their deadly echo resonating with fear. His heavy breathing reeked of blood and thirst. I knew right then, I was in for the worst. I clutched my throat in desperate need of oxygen so I could breathe. Unluckily I began to faint. Knowing, once black, I'd never wake. And just as my eyes began to close I saw his wet, sniffing nose. I felt his snarling teeth biting deep inside of me. Then I knew that I was done. I had lost and he had won.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Werewolf
I heard a howling in the woods, freezing me right where I stood. That sound: it turned my blood to ice I knew he'd hunt me this full moon night. Great, big footsteps pounding near; Their deadly echo resonating with fear. His heavy breathing reeked of blood and thirst. I knew right then, I was in for the worst. I clutched my throat in desperate need of oxygen so I could breathe. Unluckily I began to faint. Knowing, once black, I'd never wake. And just as my eyes began to close I saw his wet, sniffing nose. I felt his snarling teeth biting deep inside of me. Then I knew that I was done. I had lost and he had won.
#moon#blood#hunt#werewolf
cheyenne37
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cheyenne37
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
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