Sharr stalked through the black grass, her tail dragged across the ground. Her legs were weak and had her eyes darting left to right, who knew when a enemy would pop out of the swamp. The fae stopped and sniffed the air, when her head lowered the purple mist had started to pour out of the now dark eyes that remained in her body. Sharr chuckled as she started walking again. She must of been thinking of her last meal, that is......her last best friend. Her lower maw dropped so that Sharr could taste the musty air around her, only the faintest scent of lion could she smell.

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The days drew on as they seemed. Each morning and each dark night after one another. They were all growing worse to the naked eye. Crimson looked completely alone from upon his hill. It was a large hill with a single tree sprouting from the middle, oh how it cased shade upon Crimson's aching body. If only it could have done the same for his family.
Crimson let out a low, breathy sigh. One merely out of boredom to the ear. He scraped his long claws upon the grass and small pebbles that lied with in the soft soil, large gashing appearing soon after.
He seemed to make a board. One that resembled that of a tick-tack-toe board to the eye as he played by him self that fun, time wasting game.
Oh how silent it was. Oh how lonely it surely...Was.
Not a soul seemed to live and not a single fly seemed to buzz. It were as if the world were at a stand still as he played his game. Just as anxious as him to see who won.
X's did.
Crimson's favorite letter. But of course, that is out of the whole alphabet. What did you expect him to like? The letter L?

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The spirit's form blurred slightly, warping back between two the thin line between the dimension of reality and nothingness; but he caught a somber smile before she fully faded. The name echoed in his head, and a past thought came with it. Charging into a war with the wolves, the cold ice underneath their paws as they took the force head-on. Havoc hung his head slightly, squinting although it was dark as it could ever be at this time. His mind was racing and yet his heart could not keep up, so eventually he decided he would think of nothing. Havoc entered the main camp, noticing pregnant Venom curled up in the corner, a lion skin draped over her shoulders. His mother and queen, Moukaite, was coldly scrutinizing the scene yet did not even bother to notice him. Akinad was laying warily beside her, amber hues shining in the dark like a true predator.

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