by Sylveen » Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:10 am
The man laughed as he watched the boy Pokèmutt scramble for the girl. It was amusin what love could make you do. He has to make aure though, the girl was no use to him anyways. She obviosly loved him. He now knew that he loved her. She was the perfect bait to lull him in. Him and his strenth and resistance.
Made by Trouble
~ Dying for St. Patty's Day Butterfly Wolves ~
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Dream no small dreams
for they have no power
to move the hearts of men
~

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