soaking in scenery

[Attila Aston]

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http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/vazzi/bottom.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> -- Attila waited and watched, hidden in the grass, as his poor prey got out of the dungeons, calling out for him, for his name. How pityfull... That poor fella had no idea what was prepared for him! The pale boy shoke slightly his raised bump, getting set to attack. His white legs ran toward the male's back. The pale boy supported his weight in the hind legs, his front paws passing the force of the race to the lower back of the male. It was more than enough to make him fall down. So it happened, the male fell down like a tree, and the bully kid just trotted, with an ironic smile in his face. He walked upon his fallen prey, sitting in his upper back, the white tail wagging gladly of the well-done job, a triumphant pose. He looked forward, his head straightened in a proud way. It felt good, to hunt down a prey "We are even." he said, the head still erect. He lowered his glare to the chicken. "Attila Aston." the boy introduced simply. There was no need of extra words, at least for him. He just kept staright, enjoying that good sensation.

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