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Spying
Aug 22, 2008 20:29:48 GMT -5
Post by darkflower on Aug 22, 2008 20:29:48 GMT -5
Jag stalked around the outer ring of the tribe, eyes searching. he watched the fire, that deadly force, the smoke curling up from the small closed off force. That was what he had come here for.
Twloleg voices flooded the air; he sniffed, and noted they were behind the strange structure they lived in. A small twloeg came outside of the den, grgling in and spitting bubbles as it walked. he flinched on instinct. Twloegs were disgusting creatures, who did strange things for strange reasons. But they had something he needed, and he'd get it soon enough. Noting where the fire was, he left to return to his clan, and call his bodyguards to him and explain the new, dark plan that had formed in his mind.
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