05-31-2009, 01:32 PM
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___ Apollo watched curiously, familiar crooked smile finding its place. He had never seen this girl before, he was sure, and he couldn’t quite tell if she were from Crimson Dreams or not. The pack’s scent didn’t seem to linger very strong on her. For a split second, he thought perhaps it was one of Savina’s children, though he easily dismissed that assumption. Savina’s Italian babes had only been born a month or so ago, according to the beautiful raven woman. This girl was a few months too old to be of Marino blood.
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