The Beginning of the HuntTatsiana traced her finger around the edge of the footprint. A human was in her forest. A human male. How dare he. Well he would not be here for long, he could count on that. She followed the footprints until she found a place where he had stopped. Placing each hand in a footprint she reached out to the earth. Slowly she felt it respond to her. It was this particular trick that made her a legend among the Guardians.The Beginning of the Hunt
Piece by piece she began to shut down her body. First, vision. All the color drained out of everything, the lines grew hazy, and finally the world faded to black before her eyes closed. Next, hearing. Sounds of birds
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I greatly appreciate it my friend
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John Coffey: People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
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watch
Auguste
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I growl, I howl, I....woof?
"Things are shaping up to be pretty odd!" ~That Green Gentleman Panic! @ the Disco
That's great. I'd love to see how the tattoo turns out!
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I growl, I howl, I....woof?
"Things are shaping up to be pretty odd!" ~That Green Gentleman Panic! @ the Disco
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~You can't walk in the snow without leaving a paw prints~
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