by ♥Fleur Morte♥ » Sun May 09, 2010 3:33 pm
Ivan hissed feral like, rapidly he bit in to Astram's neck, yet he did not drink his blood; it would seem that Ivan must have been repeating the same events which were happening to him each week over the years, never to change his routine in life until the day he died.
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Octavion smiled at Noah and James, "Come on lets bring our new friend home with use" he said.
"Soldier on little cookie."