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Sunday, January 27, 2008


Me, Dark, and Krad...
The swirl of Black against White. the occasional solid thud of flesh. The whoosh of silver wings. The clang of metal. They swing away at each other, screaming and howling out each others enevitable end. Silver wings become tainted with red and fall slowly from the sky. Black wings stop and the white ones flap rapidly in excitement. Triumph. One down, one to go.
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