by Gryffzen » Sun Jul 14, 2013 6:29 am
Layla
The men drove off, constantly rolling over large bumps, causing her limp body to bang against the top. Her wound had reopened, and blood began to rush out of her wound slowly. Suddenly, the truck stopped, slamming it once more against the front. The men stepped out, and carried the crate to an old log cabin. They slammed the door, and harshly set the crate onto a table. Leaving it there, they settled upon the worn couch and began to drink beer while searching through the newspaper. The hounds whimpered at Layla and Swift, as the blood drove them wild.
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hello there!
I'm Gryffzen, &
I really love
birds and griffins!
♀
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Sometimes I
like to draw :>
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Feel free to send
me a trade! ♥
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