CompaΓ±eros de Lobo
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A silhouette gradually crept over her. In the nucleus of the dark, near a starlit brine.
Whirling around, she saw herself weighed in a beastly gape. "Don't maim me, Dear Majestic Creature, for I too am the Child of the night the lover of the moon", she said.
"So I sensed, therefore I approach: said the lone silver-streaked Wolf. With a glimmer in his eyes, he closed the distance.
Her arm sealed in his jaws, her yell lancing the darkness. Frantic and alleviated, for a while, the Wolf had the pleasure but his bite caused no harm.
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Confused the Creature looked into the Maiden's eye and found the light of the past. Her mysterious smile lulled him to have a fierce embrace.
Surpassing every moment, they found their equivalent. So they plummeted through the darkness, near that starlit brine.
Their intermingled endeavour resuscitating on the sagas of the squall. "I have to go soon", she said at the halt of Dawn.
"Will we play again?", said the Wolf to the Maiden. "Let's, though when; I cannot say. Be sure to call on me whilst the darkness remains ."
And thus was the canard of the wolf's Howl.
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