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Post by +..>;+Pudding+;<..+ on Nov 16, 2009 3:01:01 GMT -5
Cresent sat down next to the lapping, hungry waves and glowered out over the famished water. His eyes shone like beads of shattered light, and his mussle slightly drooled as he caught sight of a bird.
He turned his head left when he heard a strange noise, then pricked up his ears, but to no avail. There was nothing around him, and nothing ever would be.
He was misunderstood- at least he felt that way. Every creature around the face of the Earth thought of him to do dreaded things, and he curled up, to sleep the day away, but eventually couldn't do it because of the harsh sound of the waves. He instead looked back on his own past, and chuckled at the lighter elements of it, and licked his lips thoroughly as he recalled a scared pup he had attacked and killed.
He seemed to enjoy the occuring breeze, because he let it seep through him like it was an old friend, and his eyes once again dazzled. He merged from his thick shell that was his terrified appearance. He was Slashed-Moon.
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