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Posted by Frollo on November 5, 2005, 6:43 pm Frollo yawned. Nothing was more boring than the perfection he felt of an empty pack. The wolf looked this way and that and there was no one to be seen. This was what was boring about packs sometimes. How easily he could take over just by sitting here and waiting for fourteen days, but it would be so simple, even a blind wolf pup could take over this way. Frollo wanted the pack, and he wanted to earn it. He wanted to tear the leader apart with his teeth and earn his right to be on the top, to drain the blood of thousands just to be leader, to be a king. Gray clouds loomed above the pack in massive sizes, fat and pregnant with rain. All of the trees were bare and naked, their dead leaves now decorating the ground in tacky brown colors that neither pleased nor disgust Frollo. The wolf found a spot that was already filled with silence and sat down looking bored. While he waited, he watched the clouds give birth to large amounts of rain that soon started flood the dirty ground with now dirty water.
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The pack was empty like the bottom his stomach. Scents where washed away by wind and the pack had a pleasing sent of nothing in it. No one was around for miles. The pack was empty. The pack was perfect.
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