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Post by dmitrius on Mar 14, 2012 8:44:00 GMT 1
A protective arm pulled Axelle towards him as a snarl left Dmitrius's throat. He leaned forward, over the blond to try and stare the pup down, sure that his rank and age could bring him down, but Hall wasn't paying attention.
The female who had raised the alarm upon finding Ares wounded was racing at speed down the tunnel and past them, pursued by a male he didn't really recognise, but knew was a part of the pack.
Dmitrius turned back to Hall, who seemed distracted by the female, a weakness he did not share. In the second that the other lycan was pre-occupied Dmitrius was about to take advantage, crouching, his muscles coiled to pounce when suddenly he scented the Alpha. And Lukias did not seem to be in a good mood.
With one warning growl from the Alpha, Dmitrius relaxed from his position, his arm returning to its place around Axelle without a second thought, before moving away. The Beta watched as his leader disciplined the pup, hoping that it would bring him down a peg or two.
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Post by axelle on Mar 14, 2012 23:07:55 GMT 1
Axelle felt Dmitrius's arm wrap protectively around him and felt his lycan form press against Axelle's human flesh as Axelle was pulled out from the clawed hand coming right at him. He knew if it had hit it wouldn't have been pretty at all. His arm still hurt from the bite and was now beginning to close bit by bit. His blue eyes glared vengefully at the man as Dmitrius went to attack. But then Lukias was there and Axelle took a step back as Lukias huffed at him. He looked towards where the woman had gone and saw the man that was chasing her. He briefly had met the man but to Axelle the man didn't even step into the same rank as Axelle.
He soon felt Dmitrius's arm wrapped around him again and leaned against him as his head felt like it was still spinning. He leaned into Dmitrius. "Come on. You need to bandage me up, Dmitrius. Let Lukias handle the brat." He patted Dmitrius's bigger lycan form on the back before starting to move towards the room they shared. "You need to get out of that form too to do so. Everyone tells me to grow up well looking at you I'll stay small thank you very much." Great they were both hurt still. Dmitrius from earlier wounds and him from the brat.
"Bit twice in three days. That's definitely a record. Maybe I should start selling me blood. What do you think, Dmitrius?" He was trying to calm Dmitrius down as he leaned into him. Yeah, he should be still angry but right now he wanted to lay down and get the wound bandaged up. "And we need to get your wounds cleaned and bandaged again. You shouldn't have transformed. It could've reopened the wounds as well as now you need rebandaging."
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Post by ladyevelette on Mar 23, 2012 6:32:47 GMT 1
Snarls, mighty roars, and whimpers echoed through the underground tunnels like war drums, pounding through her ears and reverberating through her body. Evelette's lips curled back in a sneer, she crouched down low by the wall and glanced back behind her. She could escape back down these tunnels, venture back into the city and race into the desert, she could attempt to live without help, she had done so successfully for a very long time, but with a snarl of her own she continued down the corridor.
She had come here to find a place she could call home, no matter how many rat skulls and unspeakable filth also lived here, she longed for a pack. She missed hers dearly. They had a bond that could not be described, and she missed that deep connection. Humans seemed so shallow and empty compared to what she had once had, the bonds they formed were shallow and superficial. It was why she had no trouble killing off those she had traveled with... well that and she was hungry.
The snarls were much louder now. She could feel the anger and the tension vibrating in the air and she tensed, the muscles in her body rippling with silent anticipation. If things turned ugly she still had her speed, and she had yet to meet the lycan that could match her for speed. She began to distinguish scents, four, possibly five lycans?
She rounded the corner and froze. Four very large, very strong, very agitated and very male lycans stood not ten feet from her, and she was a foreigner, a scent they did not recognize.
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Post by Lukias Aman on Apr 26, 2012 14:54:55 GMT 1
Lukias turned away from the two love birds with a shake of his head. They were useless right now. He was annoyed that they acted like love sick puppies right now and hoped they would get over it soon. But right now, he was going to have to deal with the infant Lycan. He was sure the man was not even aware of what he was.
With a grunt, Lukias transformed back to his human form and focused back on the young pup. His clothing was shreded beyond recognition and the scraps of his too big trousers barely left enough to cover his manhood. He glared and the youngling. "You made me ruin a perfectly good pair of pants" he growled and took a step forwar. "You are going to have to learn a few rules, pup." he noticed the female standing close by but she did not seem to be a threat so he kept his focus on a potetially volitile man. "First, we do not feed on other Lycans. I would imagine you might be feeling a little sick soon. Second, if you want to join the pack, you have an odd way of showing it. We do not attack pack mates. Proper manners would be to come see me...the pack leader. You get me?" He lifted his eyebrows in inquiry and pointed at Hall.
"Now, what is your name? They call me Lukias. What has brought you here and why were you attacking my second?" he asked knowing that his second was very quickly losing his standing in the pack by acting like a sissy, ninny girl about his wounds.
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Post by Hall on Apr 27, 2012 1:32:28 GMT 1
As the mad adrenaline rush of the big lycan's sudden attack began to fade from his system Hall's human nature and reason began to reassert themselves. The overwhelming presence of the powerful alpha, even after he shifted back into his human form was enough at least for now to keep Hall's aggression soundly quelled. He howled, low and painful as his body relinquished its lycan shape, instinctively following the alpha's lead, though his transformation was slow and tortuous and left him curled on the floor gasping for breath.
Hall was still struggling to process what had just happened to him as the big man stepped towards him and his eyes snapped up to the alpha's face as he began to speak. He was far too preoccupied with feeling like absolute crap to even bristle at being called a 'pup'. “What...” he gasped, “...the fuck is a lycan?” Hall was indeed feeling queezy already. In the aftermath of his change the fever and shaking had returned with a vengeance along with the now excruciating pain in his stomach. “Oh shit!” he groaned before he was suddenly noisily and messily sick.
He growled in disgust as the smell of his own vomit, which was no more than stomach acid and the blonde's recently ingested blood and he managed to stir himself to crawl a little back from the mess, realising as he moved that the last shreds of his ragged clothing appeared to have deserted him. Hall had no idea what was going on here or who these people, if he could even call them that, were, but one sure thing was that he was now looking at the boss man around here. He struggled to focus past the pain and the nausea.
“Hall.” he managed to answer. “My name... is Hall. Cly sent me... to find Dmitrius.” Things were starting to spin again as he fought to keep his head up and looking at the alpha, but though he had submitted to the leader it was not in his nature to be anything but defiant. “They started it!” he growled, “Kept pushing... Wouldn't show me where... to go.” His simple message finally delivered he gave in to the pain, curling up tightly with a strangled whimper. “What the hell did he do to me?” he whined. “Why does it hurt so bad...?”
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Post by Lukias Aman on Apr 27, 2012 15:52:22 GMT 1
What the hell is a Lycan? For some reason, that question irked Lukias to no end. Especially coming from someone who was the same thing he was. Also, it put a negative spin on it. Lukias loved what he was. He was his father’s son. His father was strong, powerful and impressive. Lukias was honored the day he went through the Lunar Ceremony. He was honored and proud to be a Lycan. He was honored to turn his children, willingly, into Lycans. The children of Lycans always survived the transformation. Most humans did not. However, those who carried the DNA of other true Lycans, always survived and were always willing a proud. This man should count himself lucky that he was even alive. He should be proud that he now held a gift that was coveted by the offspring of all Lycan kind. He ignored the other comments, that was normal lusty, Lycan behavior. But at this, he growled and moved very close. He leaned in and spoke softly, yet ominously.
“I am a proud Lycan. Some call us Werewolves, but we are so much more.” He growled, “Why does it hurt? Because you are transforming, becoming bigger, stronger, better. Why does it hurt? Because when a Lycan transforms he should be dead within thirty seconds. The Lycan heart is about twice the size of a human’s. But in order to grow, first it has to stop. In other words, he has a heart attack. All the internal organs are larger. So while he's having his heart attack, he's having liver and kidney failure too. And if he stops screaming, it's not because the pain has dulled—his throat, gullet and vocal chords are tearing and reforming. He literally can't make a sound. While all this is happening, his bones are breaking and shattering all at once, only to reform and grow thicker, longer and stronger. The bones in the skull become Lycan, elongating the snout and reforming the teeth, chin, brow and jaw, letting the beast show it’s true form. Every ligament, tendon and joint is tearing and reforming to accommodate everything else. By now, the pituitary gland should be working overtime, flooding his body with endorphins to ease some of the pain. However, that too has shut down. Anyone else would have died of shock long ago, but the beast within won’t let him. And that's the thing I find most remarkable. It drags him through the fire and keeps him alive and even conscious to endure every agonizing second. Nothing like this could just evolve. It is the fingerprint of God. An impossible lethal curse spread by tooth and claw. Victim begets victim begets victim. It's so cruel... it's perfect.”
He took a breath and grabbed Hall’s arm. “And you are a Lycan too, you better get used to it, and learn to respect it, be proud of it.” He said in a normal voice and hauled the man to his feet. “Come on, lets get you fed and a bed, you’ll feel better. There is a skater in the common area, someone brought him in about 30 minutes ago, he’s already dead but fresh enough. What’s left of him….”
Lukias simply turned and walked away from Hall. Hall had to figure this out for himself. If he had questions, Lukias would answer them. But this was his journey to make and the choice to follow or run off screaming in the night was his to make. Most were smart enough to follow. Unfortunately, those that didn’t had to be hunted down and killed. There were too many rogues out there who were creating too many lost Lycans like Hall…
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Post by ladyevelette on Apr 29, 2012 21:28:18 GMT 1
Her nerves steeled as she watched the events transpire before her. Eyes narrowing as indignation set in. They hadn't so much as offered her a hello, and although she was not a dominant wolf by nature, she did not take kindly to such blatant disrespect.
As they managed to get the newly transformed wolf under some semblance of control, Evelette repressed the sneer, it would take him years to become accustomed to living in the way they did, and if this had been a hundred years ago if that sniveling mass of a pup had even approached her old pack... they would have torn him limb from limb, but now-a-days there numbers were small, declining quickly. They could use any extra fire power they could find, no matter how feral it may be.
She stepped forward, long white hair dusting her lower back, she moved swiftly to catch the one who had claimed the rank of Alpha. She would not touch him, she was not foolish enough to touch someone of a higher rank without permission, but she needed his attention no matter how brief.
"Wait please." The French in her voice was heavy, accentuated both by her slight nervousness and anxiety. "My name is Evelette, I have been searching for your pack for several days, I have come to seek entry into your ranks."She kept her words quick and respectful, she had a feeling that patience was not going to be a trait the Alpha had after such an encounter. She only hoped he would not rip her apart for merely suggesting such an act.
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Post by Hall on Apr 30, 2012 4:20:28 GMT 1
Hall froze and listened raptly as Lukias growled his angry and viciously graphic explanation of what had just occurred before hauling him up off the floor. Back on his feet, however shakily, Hall just gritted his teeth as his abused stomach tried again to tie itself into a Gordian knot. He was well pissed at himself that he had let go like that. He'd gotten all the way here, the trek across the desert, the creeping through the city, the search through the under city, all without falling apart and then this guy Lukias had appeared and knocked all the fight out of him with no more than a damned look. He wanted to hate him for that but he just couldn't muster the will right now. Damn it ! He needed these people, and Hall hated needing anyone.
At least now he had one of his answers, he was a Lycan. Whatever Cly had done to him, that was the result. But at the same time it raised another question. Lycan were werewolves? But back in his old home they had another name for werewolves.... Worgan. Worgan didn't walk and talk and wear pants – they just annihilated everything that got in their way, be it scavengers like Hall, zombies or even small buildings. They were berserker and damned near unstoppable. He had gotten a good look at one once, from a distance, a very long distance, and he had run like hell downwind and prayed the wind didn't change. Whatever Lycan were, they weren't Worgan.
Get used to it? How in hell did anyone get used to being torn apart like that? But as he thought about it, he realised that Lukias had barely grunted, hell he hadn't paused for more than a moment to slide back into a human shape. Was there some sort of knack to it that he needed to know? Would the pain in his stomach ever stop? Would he ever stop throwing up every damned thing he tried to eat? He had too many questions buzzing in his head and he was still too fuzzy to put them adequately into words yet, so he didn't try. It seemed like Lukias was going to let him stay, at least for now, and talk of food and sleep sounded like heaven.
He fell in behind the much larger man as he turned away, determined not to fall behind despite his aching and trembling muscles. He had no idea what Lukias meant by 'a skater' but he was going to have to trust that it was edible. As a scavenger he had thought he could stomach just about anything that could be remotely described as 'food' but the last five days he hadn't kept down anything but water. Asking Lukias what Lycan ate seemed a little redundant seeing as he was about to find out anyway. He did have one question that was puzzling him though and he tried to think how to ask in a way that wouldn't provoke another diatribe. “So... Lycan are the werewolves? Not the Worgan from the ruins?”
At that moment the air was suddenly filled with a heady scent that had his head spinning again. Hall moaned huskily and his heart started to race faster as a stunning female stepped out from a side passage and moved hurriedly up close to the Alpha. The sight and scent and sound of her suddenly so close to him poured over him like a drug. Naked as he was, his body's reaction was both immediate and exceedingly obvious. His moan became a growl as he turned towards her.
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Post by Lukias Aman on May 19, 2012 21:43:11 GMT 1
Lukias knew that most humans had no idea what a Worgan was so he was patient with the man. He simply shook his head, “Worgan is what happens when Lycan’s are infected with the zombie virus. They enter a constant feral state with a hunger for flesh beyond anything any Lycan has ever felt. They are the lost children of the moon. We must kill them when we find them…We must ease their pain.” He rubbed his hand over the stubble on his shaved head. “You will be educated, all in time.”
The sound from the woman snapped him out of a brief reverie. He looked at her only for a second before grabbing Hall by the back of the neck. “Piss off little runt, you wouldn't last one day in this pack." he growled and stomped at her and she flittered away with a shriek of terror.
There were so many newcomers that Lukias left it to the others to weed out the rebellious rogues or those that would be a weakness for the pack, but right now he needed all the people he could get and he needed them to fuck like bunnies to keep the species alive. He found that most of the males were experiencing an insatiable sexual appetite and the females were not much better. He knew it must be nature’s way of trying to save the species. He had a constant stirring in his groin but he was not allowed to mate with just any female, he had to mate with an Alpha bitch of born bloodline. That left him to getting his sexual release from other males, which was just as good. He leaned down and whispered in Hall’s ear. “Don’t worry mate, someone will be happy to see to your desires this evening, if I have to fuck you myself.” He growled and nipped his ear before moving down the hall without letting go of the pups neck.
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Post by Hall on May 25, 2012 18:04:12 GMT 1
The way Lukias spoke about 'educating' him sounded perilously close to patronising to Hall's ears, and by hell it was probably meant to too, but it was becoming very clear to Hall that the whole 'being a lycan' thing was not even remotely covered by anything he had ever known or even heard, so he bit back on any retort and just tried to focus on what Lukias was saying to him. Hall was a quick study on all things survival related and everything he was hearing right now probably rated somewhere between important and imperative.
Hall never finished his turn towards the intoxicating female scent before Lukias' hand closed on the back of his neck like a steel vice. His first instinct was to try and twist away from the Alpha's grip, but the effort was entirely futile. The small pain from the exertion against the tight pressure helped to clear his head a little and the dizzying scent faded as the female fled from the Alpha's sharp rejection. It left Hall momentarily puzzled and wondering what exactly were the criteria for acceptance in Lukias' pack, but it distracted him only briefly from his resentment of the humiliating way he was restrained.
He had been tired, angry, hungry and horny in cycling measures for what seemed like an eternity now. His balls ached and he felt he would soon go mad if he didn't get some measure of relief from the raging torrent of needs and wants that churned within him, just waiting for a trigger to burst free and tear his body apart again. Lukias' scent behind him was heavy, musky and very male. Hall had never begged for someone to fuck him in his life but when Lukias nipped at his ear he was closer to it than he had ever been. A half groan, half growl, escaped his lips and if Lukias hadn't been holding him at arms length he would probably have been grinding his ass against the lycan's groin right then.
Another scent began to drift up the tunnel to distract him yet again, the scent of fresh blood. Hall's concentration was in shreds and he couldn't stay focused on any one thing at that moment if his life had depended upon it. His stomach growled and he twisted again in the Alpha's grip, he was starting to feel quite horribly trapped.
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Post by Lukias Aman on Jun 7, 2012 2:03:21 GMT 1
Lukias half dragged the newborn into the common area where the dead skater lie with a lifeless stare at some unknown object. His clothing was gone and he was half eaten but still steamed with fresh warmth. He dropped Hall next to the body and stood towering over him. “Eat.” He commanded. Even if the newborn found the thought appalling, his instincts would take over and Hall would realize he never wanted to eat anything else again.
Lukias looked around at the pack members who were staring at him. “This is a new member of our pack. He is a newborn so mind yourselves and your daughters.” He said then laughed, “We have all been there.” He received several laughs around him. “I will keep him in my chambers for the full moon, then he will be given a space of his own. Treat him as one of us.” The rest of the pack did not argue as his attention turned once again to the young Lycan. “Eat your fill, then you will come with me to my chambers. I will answer any questions you may have, then you will sleep.”
Lukias knew the change would come on him at the rise of the full moon and he wanted him well fed and rested for the hunt. This hunt would take place at a settlement to the west of New Vegas. They were thieves and vagabonds and rumor had it, they had a Lycan chained up in their midst. He would be set free. “Unless your other lusts keep you awake, we can take care of those as well.” He said with a wicked grin.
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Post by Hall on Jun 21, 2012 22:51:47 GMT 1
“Eat” Hall barely even recognised the presence of the other lycans in the room, the scent of steaming flesh and blood had filled his nostrils and blurred his reason. The world had shrunk to contain only Lukias with his vice-like grip on his neck and the fresh aromatic food. When Lukias dropped him, his stomach growled and the sound reverberated through him trickling from his mouth as a hungry snarl. Some small part of Hall's mind was still working overtime somewhere but it wasn't screaming in appalled hysterics at what was in front of him, no it was rationally ticking over his options and having dismissed 'cannibalism' as 'not applicable' that left...
With only a momentary hesitation he tore into the body, the rapidly cooling blood still the sweetest thing he had tasted since.... since the first time. The memories of that night with Cly came rushing back to him, sharper now with the taste of blood again in his mouth, blood that would make him strong enough to escape, blood to seal... something... His memories weren't perfect yet but he was remembering more. The wrenching pain in his guts was stilled and he gorged himself like … well like the starved lycan that he now was. Only when his stomach began to feel painfully tight did he look up at the surrounding faces.
Suddenly feeling very exposed Hall rose into a crouch as he looked about for Lukias. He had half heard what the Alpha had been saying he just hadn't entirely finished processing it as yet. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand then in a purely instinctive reaction he licked it away. What he had caught was that he was definitely officially 'in', at least so long as he didn't screw up badly anyway. The clamour of the various scents of the lycans in the common area began to filter through into his senses past the blood scent. It made his head ache almost like it was too much noise and no way to pick out a single voice.
He was starting to feel claustrophobic again now he realised just how many people, or Lycans, or whatever there were in the room. He could feel his heart beginning to race faster and his breathing was getting shallow - he needed to get out of there, urgently. Another low growl escaped him as he began to scramble backwards towards the nearest exit.
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Post by Lukias Aman on Jun 22, 2012 22:42:08 GMT 1
Lukias watched as Hall devoured the skater. He knew he might be over doing it in his hunger but he also knew it would slow him down and sate his wild voraciousness. He was also aware of the scent of panic and fear. He knew it was not a personality flaw, but a normal reaction to being in a new place, with people he didn’t know and finding out that he was, for all intents and purposes, a monster.
Lukias saw that he was going to run, but the exit he thought he was moving toward was the door to his quarters. A knowing smile crossed his lips as he moved behind him and opened it. The smaller, younger Lycan had no chance against Lukias strength and power. He needed to get him into a room by himself where it was quiet, where he could feel safe. One step forward was all he needed to hook his arm around Hall’s middle and lift him from the ground. He turned him and pushed him into his den, followed him in and shut the door.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave. If you think about it, you don’t want to. You can feel it if you listen to your instincts. You don’t want to leave.” He said softly as he tried to calm him. He was ready to put the pup in his place and the thought of it had him aroused. It happened often with the younger, more virile of the infant Lycans. It would not take much to inspire him to dominate the young man. He pointed at his bed. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.” He warned. “The easy way is for you to get into that bed and sleep. I will lay with you and protect you and your senses will become familiar with your alpha.” He took a step toward him, “Or, I will put you in that bed and show you who your alpha is in a more invasive way.” For some that was more of a promise than a threat. Many of the lower ranking Lycans would fold and stick their ass in the air and beg him to dominate them. To which he would gladly comply. His cock twitched at the thought.
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Post by Hall on Jun 23, 2012 18:14:06 GMT 1
Hall was headed out of the common room, he needed space, he needed to get some distance from the endless clamour of sounds and scents that seemed to permeate the whole of the under-city and constantly threatened to overwhelm his senses. He had never known a city before he came to New Vegas, he had never been underground in his life and the hunter/scavengers of his old community had not mixed socially with the rest. His life had been mountains and open spaces, not many people and plenty of alone time. To his newly awakening and agitated lycan senses, the under-city was very close to hell...
The sudden grab from behind had Hall yelp in surprise before snarling and thrashing against the grip. His efforts against the raw power of the Alpha were however as ineffectual as previously. Before his anger began to rise through the panic however he was inside the other room with the door closed to muffle the ruckous that he seemed unable to shut out and he began to calm again. He took a few deep breaths, swallowing hard and the pounding of his heart and throbbing of his head gradually eased away. “I wasn't running away.” he growled, mustering what was left of his defiance, though it was difficult when he could hardly keep his eyes off Lukias' swelling member.
Lukias was definitely right about one thing though, despite everything that had happened so far and everything he had seen and done, Hall didn't want to leave. For all he had been hating the place it already felt more like 'home' than his old home ever had. He had been feeling it ever since he had entered the under-city and it was the urge that he had followed that had lead him to the lycans' lair. Hall glanced around the room for the first time since he had entered it. He didn't know what he had been expecting the lycans to live like but this wasn't it. It did however seem to suit Lukias perfectly.
Easy or hard, huh? Hall's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Like that was ever a real choice... He growled again, he just didn't seem to be able to stop doing that, and glared at Lukias' face. Although he had been feeling entirely exhausted only minutes ago, now he could not imagine being able to sleep at all. Already he was breathing harder again but it wasn't anger or fear that was riding him, just the sight of Lukias standing there mostly naked had his blood pumping and his thoughts racing in a distinctly southerly direction. Hall had unthinkingly taken a half step forward before he caught himself angrily.
Was the Alpha mocking him? Did Lukias want him to beg? Well he could damned well go to hell if he did! Hall was not in the habit of making anything easy for anyone and he took to following authority figures like a fish takes to mountain climbing. If Lukias wanted something from him he was just going to have to take it because Hall was finished playing along. He had been so sick he could hardly stand when he had staggered into the under-city or he would have kicked the blonde guy's ass the second he had set hands on him, but now he felt better than he had in his entire life and if anyone wanted to push him around, they were going to damned well have to prove they could.
Hall didn't make another move either forward or back. The whole room carried the strong musky scent of the Alpha and the rush of lust that he had felt in the corridor was back, just as when he had first felt Lukias' hot breath on the back of his neck. His cock was ramrod stiff and already doing better than half his thinking for him. “That's the easy way, huh?” he growled, “Well I don't feel like sleeping.” Damn it! He was not going to beg Lukias for anything. He. Was. Not. Going. To. Beg...
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Post by Thor Ericsson on Jun 25, 2012 19:52:14 GMT 1
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