Fighting a Legend || On (Likely Permanent) Hold
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WILL BE WRAPPING UP IN NEAR FUTURE.
Horror filled me, my stomach twisting as repulsion grasped with its cold hand, I took in the sight before me with all rigidity one can possess. My flank suddenly smashed to the right and I crashed towards the earth, jostled out of my thoughts as the sky and grass swirled into a brown spiral and I rolled along the ground, a large black mass griping my left side.
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My breath was ragged as I lay subdued on the ground. I felt a series of shudders rack my limp body, not from fear, but exhaustion before drifting into the warm grasp of unconsciousness.
I woke as the sun came up to scare away the last remnants of the night. I rose and looked around the rocky clearing I stood in; my gaze fell upon a man.
"Those eyes." I whispered in my mind as everything around me was forgotten except for the beautiful brown orbs.
Brown eyes.
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Crystal's pack has been coexisting with nature for over twenty generations. Never has anyone gone far outside their territory and returned. And of course, this unfortunate streak of fate is not to be broken. What could happen that is so horrible that Crystal would dare step foot or paw out of her territory? The place she has been raised in, where she caught her first prey, and learned to defend the ones she cares about? Could it be, that she isn't leaving alone?
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