This Is the story of a great friend of mine,her name was Ruby,Red Ruby.Her pack was slaughtered by vampire scum,or so Alucard would say.I was there to raise her,but not to save her.For she saved me
-Father Alexander Anderson
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She was found in a blood bathed wood.Her father,mother,sisters and brother's were killed by vampires.I've come to learn of this great pack.Every 1000 years one lucky pup gets chosen as the Bloody Crescent Hound.On the eve of the Blood Crescent Moon.Ruby was given her warrior name,Shade.She kept it hidden so they say.
I,being a part of the olden Iscariot Organization I had to irradiate the vampires and their pet ghouls.However,when I arrived it was far too late.
Blood was indeed every where,more than less.I heard a whimper.In a old oaken log,was a pup with black fur,red.Blood red markings on her pelt.Her eyes the same shade.A waxing crescent on her left hip,a lighter red."Come On out."I cooed to her.My hand held her whole body,for she was fairly small. Carrying her in my arms I walk back to the church,In Italy.
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Maxwell never approved of her presence here however I was more than willing to disobey.God had given this pup a second chance.
