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ScorpioMoon -> Victory (6/18/2004 8:55:48 PM)
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She was going to win. No ifs, ands, or buts. Damn them all she was going to win. Her eyes slitted as she freigned weakness, she drew him in closer. Slowing her breathing waiting for her chance. He edged closer, growing more confident in her weakness. This was a female weaker than the others, no weapons, no armour. An easy meal. Closer still, he watched her chest movements slow. Signs she was growing weaker. His hunger over powered his restraint. He moved in for the kill. Head lowered, jaws open, eyes closed down he went. Forgetting that in this approach he let his prey out of his sight. Quickly she reached under her for the dagger she had removed from her boot as she went down. The perfect blade her, metal fallen from the stars, chosen unknowing just for this day. His jaws came down around her, ripping the surrounding earth with her up into his mouth. She was in his mouth struggling to work her arm free. His teeth had pierced her flesh, and continued to sink deeper. She felt the flesh in her arm tearing as her arm was freed. Her blood was flowing freely into his mouth and down his jaws. He was sure he could safely reposition her and finish his meal. He began to move her body, when he felt it. She had thrust her dagger up into his brain, through his sinus cavity. He was not going to let her enjoy her victory, with out some form of payment, he tightened his jaws around her weak body, crushing her as he fell to the earth. She lay there dyeing, trapped his his jaws. Smiling as she felt his blood mingle with hers. This time she had won...
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