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Posted by A Dragon on January 28, 2007, 9:15 pm, in reply to "Yet again, the brindle-coated wolf-dog appeared at the border of the pack." Slowly she began to saunter over, pea-shaped eyes fixed on the wolfdog. Would he notice her? Perhaps the fight would make him even more tasty! Nevertheless, she was sure this would be easy. He was just lying there after all, waiting to be eaten*
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*After snoozing for many months after stuffing herself full, the dragon had finally awoken again. It had been pure coincidence that she had landed near packlands, but felt no need to turn back towards the mountain now. After all, what looked like a rather large serving of lunch lay not far away. She licked her scaley blue lips, saliva dripping down them faster than she could catch. Even in her previous years at the mountain she'd enjoyed fresh blood of this sort, despite the many things her owner had done to stop her. Now, her owner thought she was long dead, so any sort of conscience was well hidden at the back of her mind.
