Jack
Outlander
Courage without conscience is a wild beast
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Post by Jack on Mar 20, 2006 15:08:26 GMT -5
Jack
Upon reaching his burrow, Jack had nearly calmed down. Breathing heavily he sat inside his blanket nest staring at his blood covered hands. He felt his cheek slowly, wiping the blood that was on his face. He brought his hand down and looked at it. It was the blood of the giant lizard who had just died in front of him.
The excitement had drained him immensely and Jack slowly curled into a ball inside his blanket nest. One thing prevailed within his mind as he drifted off... "...I am not alone. There are many eggs in a nest."[/b][/color] His sleep was light and dreamless, his exhaustion simply being to strong. He would wake soon to hunt for dinner, however for the moment the darkness claimed his eyes.
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