Swiftcurrent Creek There's a whole new master of magnetism in town.

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the swarthy man sought the silver lash beneath the frigid waters, and armand watched him with eyes that burned in his thin face. perhaps it was hunger that drove him to shadowed observation -- perhaps it was his intentional and overwhelming sense of carnality that pervaded all his mind. this was the lot that his maker had given him, the ravings that had nestled themselves behind his eyes.
in the next breath, armand had stepped from his autumn-hued shelter, and into the eyesight of the fisherman. vulpine he had grown with starvation and his childlike pointed features -- armand settled himself upon the bank and gazed without chagrin at the darkfurred wolf some distance away.[/tr][/td][/table]