Firefly Glen The words hung above
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He didn't like the coast; it was stupid. Full of stupid wolves who didn't pay attention or were just plain rude. Snarling, Dracula moved inland, hoping for better prospects there. People sure weren't this nasty back home. Dark and scary and evil, sure, but certainly not annoyingly rude. It was really depressing to be in a place where no one seemed to want him.

He needed some blood. Not to drink, maybe, but just to smell. Like a really expensive wine but one that is quite poisonous and deadly.

The glen was dark and mysterious, but his eyes adjusted and he saw the wolf that had been by the big barking creatures by the sea. They'd parted without a word, and Dracula wondered if he'd be amenable to a fight. Of course, a fight that Dracula would win. His ego was too fragile for any sort of defeat.

Ei, tu! Drac called out, lashing his tail as he trotted through the glen. Vieni e prendimi, figlio di puttana!
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The words hung above - by Larus - April 15, 2019, 06:14 PM
RE: The words hung above - by Dracula - April 15, 2019, 09:42 PM
RE: The words hung above - by Larus - April 16, 2019, 11:41 AM