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Default   #8   sylvanSpider sylvanSpider is offline
Weaver of Webs
Ash

Ash stood there, chest rising with every ragged breath as she watched the creature slid, liquid fur, out of her open window. She could hear the howls as they grew more distant and slowly she made her way to the window, closed it, picked up the gun and slid it under her pillow and collapsed on the bed.

She barely slept that night.
Last edited by sylvanSpider; 11-20-2017 at 01:14 AM.
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