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- Last Record: 2013-03-14 06:10:32 +0700
- Joined: Mar 28, 2012
Hairs come in like traps on my spine,
Hackles raised, eyes red as wine,
Paws where once were feet and hands,
Claws growing in with high demands,
Sharp white teeth begging for prey,
My crimson fur in a crazed array,
Bloodlust on a once tamed mind,
A monster the sun will never find,
Chilled air runs through my warm muzzle,
Oh yes, tonight the moon is full.
*By Xanlee, hope I did it justice ^_^ *