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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:57 pm
Kiba gracefully leaped over a fallen log still on hot pursuit of the deer. his white pearly fangs dripped saliva as his greedy eyes stared upon the doe. He drove the deer in the direction as targeted and continued to drive it on course. he wondered if the femme would be ready and waiting. With his ears pointed forward he smirked. 'Just around his corner.'
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