The moon, the only thing in the sky I can look at, that mukodon hand holding onto my soul... cursed never to stare into the sun even from beowned my cloak. I can't even feel its warmth through... why is it cold as my soul feels... will it always be like this?
Dawn: Now out of the tree and in his pants, he inspects the woods around. Let me see what inhabitates these woods. I bet there are some pretty interesting things here. I have been around a long time but even in my four hundred years of living have I come to see a place sligs and mukodons don't shun each other off.
While inspecting the woods around him, he spys a rat... nasty vermin that carry disease. He glares at it, his cold eyes freeze the rat, then he pounces as his tenticals grain blood from the rodent.
Dawn: Blood... I was gonna puke if I didn't get any in my system. My body will regenerate quicker for now, as long if I keep feeding often. No matter how dirty or sick the victum is... I know I will be punished in the afterlife for my sidement with the devil, if I could have that day back...
[ August 06, 2001: Message edited by: Dakkan Blackblade ]
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