"Toxikrow..." Radda called. The green mask covering his scars glowed in the dim light. He glanced through the piled boxes cluttering the warehouse.
"Where are you at..." He muttered to himself. "You said to meet in the warehouse at dusk! Here I am, searching through this mess of a place for yo-" Radda cut himself off, for he saw the black and green wolf down a clear path the box clutter.
"Hello." Toxikrow said calmly.
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Aaand that's random writing 1 of who knows how many for this book. It's kinda short, but it looked longer when I wrote it in my notebook at school :P
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The Random Writings of Scarlletepix369
RandomA book for me to dump all of the stuff I write out of boredom or for school. Since I'm not really writing things worthy of their own separate book at the moment, I thought I'd create this.
