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Post by Tiarri on Oct 20, 2009 2:11:34 GMT -5
ScarPelt sat at the old, barbed wired gates of The Exiled. The peak sat behind him, surrounded by barbed wire, the sky was dark, and loomed, wishing to rain.
He yowled out. He was lonely, on he survived now, since it appeared, it had killed them all, only leaving him. That beast.. That terrible, terrible beast. He blinked and looked up, flicking his tail against the gates of The Exile. Rain poured down, and he didn't care.
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