by Sacred Sin » Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:08 pm
Halo's happy smile faded away to a scared, yet determined expression. She came to stand beside Aztec, well at least almost to his side. She stepped back a little so he could line up with Lyra. She tried to put on a brave face, but it didn't work so well. She knew they were at a very bad disadvantage. It was raining, and several of her packmates, including Lyra, were hurt by the KillanBear. She grimaced and then stood strong and tall. No matter what, she would fight for her pack and use the fullest extent of her abilities as a warrior: pride, strength, light, the power of good, and skill. Lyra's pack would win over the brooding darkness that lay in the hearts of Seth's pack. Somewhere deep inside her, remorse and pity stirred in the deepest channels of her good heart, but she pushed it away. They were evil now, no turning back.
Shane growled a greeting to Echo and continued to fly, eyes burning a hazy red. His vision soon became red as well, and flashes of dead or dying wolves could be seen strewn across the battle clearing. He grinned in absolute bloodlust; he had been waiting for this moment: the chance to kill Lyra's pack off, one by one. "Finally," He hissed. "Revenge."

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𝔅𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔰,
𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰...
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔰.
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