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Posted by Crepuscule on February 3, 2007, 5:34 pm It was cold, below zero degrees. To a healthy wolf this was easy weather, but to a wolf wandering through the snow after a battle it was an icy heck. Instead of drying, the blood on his face had freezed and was still dripping from slashes in his face. Crepuscule was panting. After a long journy from the Devil's Tomb he had finally made it to the pack lands. This one he found something calming about, as if the snow mountains were more welcoming rather than a flat plain of grass and flowers. When Crepuscule found the entrance to the ice pack he smiled, sat down, and began to wait. On both sides of Crepuscule's face were the marks of a wolf's claws. They would scar later after maybe a week or later, and then they would become his mementoes. Crepuscule came here to learn, to understand organization and new skills, so that one day he would avenge his lost of a good meal ...
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*~*Revenge, one day he would have revenge.~*~
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