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The video linked to the video does in fact include my voice as I tell you all about the map and take you through a tour of the real campaign and then some of the original survival map.


True Love's Bite Chapter 4I skidded around the corner, my feet digging for traction on the freshly waxed floor. I felt my arm smash against the wall and used that to my leverage and pushed off heading down the hall. Why me? I always seem to be late to Mr. Thomas' class. Too bad it was worse today my stupid locker was jammed when I went to get my books. What made it worse was that, when I finally opened the sticking door and removed my books, the bell rang. Oh don't worry. It gets worse from there. I then shut my locker door and started to walk away. It was only then that I realized that I had forgotten my homework on the top shelf of the locker, under thTrue Love's Bite Chapter 4


Moving the PackRain fell slowly onto the forest. Water dripped off the leaves and pine needles. We had been walking for a day or two. I was leading the pack to our new home. The food for survival had started to dwindle in our old home so we were heading north. Elk and Caribou were plentiful up north. The women carried the younger pups in their mouth while the older ones trotted along side them and the males on their flanks guarding them. My beta was walking behind me on my right flank. She was ready for anything. We weren't lucky at our old home. Hunters had been a terrible problem recently so I had stepped up patrols and we kept together more. Anyone caughMoving the Pack


The PackWind slowly crept through the forest. Leaves swayed to the dance of the forest. The silent burble of a nearby stream and the chirps of birds are all that disturb the forest. Howls of pleasure and excitement race through the forest disturbing the beautiful silence. A pair of wolves race between the trees as if on some mission. One of them was brown with touches of gray and white here and there. The other was black with a white stripe along his side.The Pack
The brown raced up the hills side with the black not far behind. Their paws smashed down into the soft forest floor. Leaving a small impression in the soft but firm ground.
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"Over my pile of ashes."
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"Over my pile of ashes."
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My sadness has turned into pure madness<3.
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"Over my pile of ashes."
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"Change can be either good or bad, but one thing is for certain, change is constant."
- Malcolm Kramp (Yours Truly)
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Moments lost though time remains, I am so proud of what we were.
No pain remains, no feeling, eternity awaits.
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Home of the Old 96er.
Fine Art by Mark Karvon [link]
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The Southern was actually my most expensive O gage train and I love it.
While I'm not a plane fan I must say all your planes look great also. You are a great artist.
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I'm Wolfen in VFK Alphathewolf from Fanfiction net.
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Home of the Old 96er.
Fine Art by Mark Karvon [link]
Karvon Graphics [link]
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