Walk with me in Hell
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indent Gabriel would have pulled him down, got him on his side and ripped his guts out had he but more time. The reddish-crème male began to struggle, and his leg flew up, catching Gabriel in his throat. Letting go almost instantly, he began to cough, hacking as he stepped back to try and breathe. The recovery time was short, and he lowered his head and growled deeply, not trusting himself to talk. Moving again, Gabriel threw his shoulder towards the younger male’s obvious weak point—his exposed chest, and area where a fourth leg used to be.




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