The Hunting Vixen (Kender)
Aug 30, 2008 2:15:52 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Aug 30, 2008 2:15:52 GMT -5
The gathered Storms laughed at the fleeing Beast and exchanged smug smirks. "Get her," Mathew ordered the dogs coldly, watching as the horrible canines tore down the road. The Storms weren't in any hurry. Their prey was wearing out and it made no difference to them if they got a new slave or merely the sport of watching the dogs tear Aakel apart.
