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Who: All you Little Red Riding Hoods (anyone!)
When: Tonight
Where: Random spots in Anatole
Format: Starting out in action, will adjust accordingly.
What: Hunting the wolf...if it doesn't hurt you first.
Warnings: Violence. Separate threads ok!
[The dark wolf stands six feet at the shoulders, tall enough to see eye to eye with most men. Its claws click on the cobblestone road that it's wandering down.]
[The smell of blood makes it hungry. And tonight, the smell of blood is everywhere.]
[It pauses at a window, steaming the glass up with its breath. A low growl bubbles up as its lips curl back, revealing fangs that could rival any dagger.]
[This beast can't be tamed by beauty. Can anyone else bring it down?]
[The wolf's muzzle is stained red by those who've tried.]
When: Tonight
Where: Random spots in Anatole
Format: Starting out in action, will adjust accordingly.
What: Hunting the wolf...if it doesn't hurt you first.
Warnings: Violence. Separate threads ok!
[The dark wolf stands six feet at the shoulders, tall enough to see eye to eye with most men. Its claws click on the cobblestone road that it's wandering down.]
[The smell of blood makes it hungry. And tonight, the smell of blood is everywhere.]
[It pauses at a window, steaming the glass up with its breath. A low growl bubbles up as its lips curl back, revealing fangs that could rival any dagger.]
[This beast can't be tamed by beauty. Can anyone else bring it down?]
[The wolf's muzzle is stained red by those who've tried.]