

Work in progressTwas a cold day with biting winter winds when fate brought the boy to the cub. He was barley into his 15th winter with manhood fast replacing his childish body, but the stubbornness of the boys mind dragged him out into this deadly storm. The hunt he thought, the hunt would make him a man, and no simple wind and snow would keep him from obtaining his rightful title. So set in his mind was murder and pride that he had stolen his older brothers sword and set out with no more then a scrap of thick leather and bundles of cloth to protect him from the foes he sought to conquer. At the very least it was protecting him from being frozenWork in progress
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I can't stop thinking!
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The Seduction Of Madness
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