The Hunt Begins
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The full moon rises to the sound of a wolves' howling cry.
Howling as a shadow is spotted emerging from the darkest of night.
The wolf howls decreased and he creeps forward as trying not to pry.
Glowing eyes he sees from the darkness and soon it takes flight.
The wolf cowers to the ground as his Master soars above.
The greatest of the Vampyres putting movie vamps to shame.
Flying around as a dark graceful dove.
Landing in a park eyes searching for the mundane.
The wolf trots beside his Lord and surveys the land.
Looking up into his Master's eyes and with a nod leaves his side.
The Vampyre watches as his Were disappears.
He has served him well throughout the years.
Walking causiously not making a sound.
He smells blood in the air and turns around.
His dark eyes spots an underground night club and smile he does.
Flashing his teeth in the translucent light.
Slowly he walks forward into the club and out of sight.
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January 11, 2009 |
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