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Sometimes the old hunter I was moves inside of me, cursing me for locking it away.
Yet now I am a old wolf, a bit fat and to tired to care about the hunt. I listen and I answer, I never claim to be right or wrong. Mostly a plaything for my pups and those I protect.
Sometimes the old hunter I was moves inside of me, cursing me for locking it away.
Yet now I am a old wolf, a bit fat and to tired to care about the hunt. I listen and I answer, I never claim to be right or wrong. Mostly a plaything for my pups and those I protect.
Lord DarkRaven46 years old |
MY TEXTS, Archive 11 Texts
Fairy Adore. (2) - 2005-10-02
The Tale of the Brave. Part 2. (1) - 2005-09-29
The Tale of the Brave. Part 1. (2) - 2005-09-28
Thought. (1) - 2005-08-28
The Human Male. (2) - 2005-08-11
You call my name... (3) - 2005-06-27
Winning at the Lottery! (2) - 2005-05-27
Email of Need from a Princess. (1) - 2005-05-27
The Way of Death. (3) - 2005-05-26
Login. (1) - 2005-05-26
Call of Death. (3) - 2005-05-25
"I have seen death. It is pretty."