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In the wilderness, near Raymond and Isaura's tent.
He watched the tent from afar, yet his keen eyes could see them clearly. He was watching the silhouettes of the two victims inside. They were probably dicsussing him. For a few days now, ever since they fancied upon his valley, he had stalked his prey. The man was aware of him, and afraid. "Oh, how I love to stalk my food, letting them get glimpses of me here and there, sometimes feeling my breath upon thier backs...yet never seeing me. It makes the hunt that much more fulfilling. Now...who should I devour first?"
On into the night, the dark shape watched. He watched the tent with eagerness, knowing that soon, the kill would be made.
OOC>>>Scared???
[ 01-26-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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