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Posted by Frollo on November 6, 2005, 8:23 pm, in reply to "Frollo was wrong." Clouds roared as they stampeded across the sky, and a frightening wind screeched in pain as it slapped Frollo in the face. His muzzle twitched and his three, healing scatches opened up. Pin needle sized blood droplets bursted out from the cage called skin, soon they formed into a thick marble of blood and dribbled into the wolf's mouth. Frollo liked his bleeding muzzle. It was a preasent from a wolf named, Scarlet, and he charished it more than anything. There wasn't enough room in his pelt to hold anymore rain water, so the water started dribbling down his fur, giving Frollo the pleasent appearence of a sea monster. Frollo figured out that his image was being studied. He wondered if the silver wolf wanted anything from him or if he was just a strange character she wanted to meet. He grinned, wondering if she too was a pack member. It would be good for him because now the pack wasn't perfect and it no longer bored him. He wondered though, if the wolf was a challenge to his destiny, his obsession for fame and leadership. A panicky feeling struck him. Is she the leader? he wondered. This could be a good or bad thing. If she was, Frollo would finally be able to meet the pack leader, however: he would also need to find out how strong she was. A not-so-easy task. Frollo stood up, feeling the water weigh him down as if he were being pushed to the ground, and started walking downhill, preparing himself for what might come up by the planning of fate.
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When he adverted his gaze he was neither shocked nor surprised by seeing another wolf. As the pupil in his eye shrank tremendously, making his eyes look like raindrops containing a burning acid, Frollo made the smallest sneer that could have been mistaken as his bored frown.
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