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*crunch* *crunch* ithats all i can hera as i hobille blood freshly pors to the snow the wiglls some times i can senis life in taht egg an out of no wher i hera a voice (I WILL GUIDE U TO THE MOSTE POWERFULL WEPON FORGED FROM HELL ITS SELF ITS INDUSRUTABL I CAN CUT ANY THANG AN EVERYTHING SO WILL U FOLLW ME )i turned all arouned scerming at the top of my lungs wher the hell are u who ru tell me now *shhps* i look down tahers two wolves festing on my leg i pull out my dager and cut ther eyes out cut ther tungs out and i sllowlly skine tehm they scermed an howled but i kept going i turnde ther fur in to an enubater for the egg