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The sound of moaning rang eerily through the woods, as gray forms danced in the treeline, cackling and yowling.

There Storm lay, battered and bloodied, at the feet of the merciless killer, his ivory fangs dripping with blood as he wore a filthy, smug smirk. The others soon joined by his side, their fierce yellow gazes lighting up with delight, "Well done my boy, well done indeed." crooned a voice as the wolves' pack leader swiftly padded over.

(Sorry, I never liked her, I couldn't think of a way to make her ore interesting nor could I think of a better way to get rid of her...
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Twilight ran up to her immediatly. She sat next to her and licked her forehead motherly before helping her back up and nuzzling her once again. "Are you alright dear?" She asked warmly.
 
"Maybe we should take her back to Skyherd, she seems malnurished." Twilight said sadly.

Apollo dove under the water and swam, opening his eyes and staring around at the inky blackness of the water hole. He came up moments later and took a deep breath, tossing his fore-lock out of his eyes.
 
"Maybe..." He sighed. Stephani's heart beat kept getting lower.

Layla continued swimming. "So, how old are you now?" She asked.
 
(Storm died and nobody noticed... *cocks a brow*)

The wolves ended her life with a quick chomp on her neck. Then their greedy eyes searched the Skyherd territory, "I wonder if we could get more?" one mused. Instantly, all of their eyes ominously flickered with mischeif.
 
Twilight nudged her up. "Come on, try to nurse, please!" (Uh, can Twilight's milk be a little bit better now?)

"Hm, how old am I." Apollo stood up in the shallow end of the water, thinking for a moment. (How old do you think he is?)
 
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