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The Black Sheep Prologue: Game of Fates page 2The Black Sheep Prologue: Game of Fates page 2 by BlackSheepSeries
“As you wish you highness,” He then bent as if bowing, but he did so mockingly. Anima glared at Animus. The once proud king had fallen from his throne and leapt into the arms of insanity.
“You know it quite disrespectful to not ask to take the guest cloak. Why don’t I remove mine?” He reached up to take the cloak’s veil off his head and revealed his horrific face. ”What Anima? You don’t like my face?” His mouth was carved it a jagged smile, his eyes had turned cold, and his once insignificant horns were now large and demonic like. Anima turned at the site of him.” Hum… I guess not,” Animus taunted. “But that’s outlandish. After all, you did this to me.”
Anima turned and barked, “You did this to yourself! I…” An angel clutched her paw, trying to restrain her.
EnlightenmentThe credits scrolled, and Damon returned to reality. He stretched his arms.Enlightenment by JoeyLiverwurst
"You missed a good movie!" he called out to no one there.
11:00. Too soon for bed, and besides, he was hungry. He rose from the recliner and ambled across the apartment. Kyle's door was closed of course, so he knocked.
"I'm thinking of going out. You interested?"
Just as Damon was about to walk away, Kyle provided the first of several surprises.
"Sure, why not."
"Whoa, really? Awesome! You wanna transform? I can bring along the Frisbee."
"Yeah, but don't bother with the Frisbee."
"Cool, I'll get ready!"
Damon slipped off his socks and smiled as his feet disappeared under thick sepia fur. Large claws poked out almost absurdly, and pads pushed him another inch closer to the ceiling. He bounced back and forth, anticipating a night out with his old friend.
Finally, Kyle's door creaked open, and Kyle tiptoed out looking more like a Pomeranian than a wolf. Behind one ear was a feather.
"What's with the feathe
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