[m] [p] i am fueled by filth fury

[Wraith Creed]

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[/html]She was right to get upset, it seemed. He was stupid and crazy to boot. Something inside of him must have snapped because in a split second, his entire face changed and he swore at her. Instead of just being cautious, Wraith was now just pissed. She let her gums unfurl completely and this time, she really snarled.

"Fucking loner!" she sneered. She let out a loud, yipping howl to warn any coyotes nearby of this insane coyote "jackal" thing. She didn't like him and she wanted someone else to come so that they could be witness to his insanity. She didn't like that he was using words that weren't real--fake mumbo jumbo hoodoo voodoo, she bet, like the crap those weird Anathemans did--or that he was swearing at her.

He moved closer and grabbed his spear and Wraith knew that he wasn't just crazy; he was now pissed off, too. She ran back a few steps, keeping her eyes on the spear, but skittered back as far away as she could. If he threw his spear at her, then she could rush him and attack him. Without his weapon, he probably wouldn't be able to fight her off while she had four legs and he only had two. [html]

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