
04-17-2009, 03:26 AM
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R.I.P. Brigadier General Maes Hughes (1885-1914)
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Location: In the abyss of my hard drive.
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Re: Playing the Reaper [Darius Andreas]
She knew it was there... She knew it was different... She had to try it... She could smell this new kind of blood. It wasn't that of an animal, nor was it quite human. For the most part it seemed like a human's blood, but it had a scent that made something in Vixen's mind spark. It was a bit beyond her reach, so she put the thought aside, and continued down the road she was walking on. The rain was irritating her as it was making her cloak heavy, and soaking her through.
She had been walking for several minutes before the scent became strong enough to accurately pin-point it's location. Vixen ran now toward an old, empty alley. She turned the corner into the alley and stopped. At the end was a man, tall, slumped, and bleeding only from a cut. Vixen approached slowly, taking one small step at a time, and when only four feet away from the man, she drew her Keris. She wanted to be sure the man was really dead. She walked up, just next to her target, and prepared to make a quick, deep slice across the chest of this man. She didn't quite expect a seemingly dead body to defend itself.
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