End Of A Were


     The light has reflected off of a very erased picture.  Run to ground, the wolf surrenders but he will die.  The faction leader calls for everyone to move in, and his backup prepares for the coup de main.   This is a sad picture of a sad event.  But Jesus!  These weres are a fucking nuisance!

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