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Post by devildriver on Sept 22, 2008 21:49:54 GMT -5
Straker had just come down off of his little high and decided to investigate the park. It was not often that he got the chance to go through the trees of the park. It was then he noticed how crowded it got around here at night. Many little night stalkers and vampires and creeps going around in the dark stalking their prey ever so cautiously. No he was not one who would hunt in such area's, and actually he preferred his food to be cooked instead of raw like so many of his kind who were more beast than man.
his eyes shifted from person to person, from creature to creature wondering what their world was like. The humans, who were nothing more than cattle to the pale riders, and the riders themselves fearing the sun so much they can not bear its rays upon their fragile skin. Vampires sickened him a bit, they thought they were too immortal. No, there was no true immortality unless a person bought into religion. Then once you die, then you become immortal, but the cursed night walkers would never know such a thing. For in every religion of the world, to drink the blood of a human was to be condemned forever.
His pale blond hair fluttered in the wind for a moment as a sigh escaped his lips. He was turning to the red and white marlbro box when he noticed something in the near distance that caught his attention. [/blockquote] |
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