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Post by dakkon on Apr 19, 2009 0:19:28 GMT -5
(Feel free to respond and continue on in the same short form. props if you tie your post into the previous)
The hunter crawled into the attic
above the bustling tavern
and adjusted her eyepiece
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Post by Moridanu on Apr 19, 2009 2:04:18 GMT -5
The sound of heavy breathing filled the small space
and she wondered if her prey could hear the sound
of her own beating heart over her shallow breath.
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Post by dakkon on Apr 19, 2009 17:59:01 GMT -5
A shadowy existence lay below her in the rotten floorboards.
It loved the hunter's prey with all its heart.
Even so it paused, waiting for the hunter to take its life
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Madame Tamassa
Wannabe
Owner of the Best little Whorehouse in Texas.. errr.. I mean Deepdwellers Gulch.
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Post by Madame Tamassa on May 6, 2009 0:51:19 GMT -5
The sound of shifting wings could be heard
As the hunter withdrew her knife
from its sheath, the blade gleaming in the dim light.
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Post by dakkon on May 6, 2009 18:12:49 GMT -5
Immortal watcher, Argo of Illyu,
ceased his vigil to whisper in the hunter's focused ear
"Why is it that, tonight, you hunt this particular prey my dear?"
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