Figment - 282simplyguyJanuary 31 2010, 23:26:23 UTC
The nightmare came and there was no stopping it. He came home to blood and gore splashed across every wall, every floor. He recognized the faces of his brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles. His pack was slaughter and he stood in the middle of it until his brother came in from the back. He was coated in blood and licking his lips.
“One last one,” his grand frère said and laughed
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