"MUZZLE ME! THROW ME AWAY LIKE YOU DO TO ALL THE MUTS THAT CROSS YOUR PATH!" I chuckle, Holding my bloody eye. "I'll glady take the stand on your grave when I run my claw through you." I walk slowly towards the hunters. "Do it I fucking dare you! DO IT! PUSSIES! It's made up. This confidence act is made up! You're all just a bunch of little scared girls who stand below my rank." I whisper.
"You're a walking prize mutt. I don't know what you're talking about. You're worth a god damn fortune." The hunter chuckles.
"You're just a dog in a pound that starves itself to death so he could finally know what freedom is. It's truly a shame that you've been brainwashed by those lousy people." I punch a tree. (Tree abuse😔)
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FantasyThe werewolves lurk. The vampires feast. You'll never see them next to each other. Unless...
