Overture Downs I smell your fear, I smell your fear
tear at the seams 'til you come undone
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Blood abates his furor. It is sugary in supplication.

In the presence of death, the other turns tail and runs. Natjuk pursues a while, going so far as to exit the diminutive cover. He follows the unknowing pathfinder, decelerating to a stop yards away from his current lodging.

Looks like the clown has had enough, racing clear of the shroud and heading for the mountains. Best judgment he's made today. He barks ferociously. A promise for his ears only: next we meet, I'll have your head. Once the snows swallow him from sight, Natjuk wipes the saliva and blood from his mouth. He withdraws back into cover, settling into its depths to rest and check his wounds.
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I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 18, 2018, 01:07 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 18, 2018, 11:26 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 19, 2018, 06:30 AM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 19, 2018, 05:05 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 20, 2018, 04:27 AM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 20, 2018, 05:57 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 21, 2018, 02:16 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 21, 2018, 05:41 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 21, 2018, 06:38 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 21, 2018, 07:21 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Rakk - December 21, 2018, 07:42 PM
RE: I smell your fear, I smell your fear - by Natjuk - December 21, 2018, 08:13 PM