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Posted 2006-11-05, 04:31 PM
in reply to Death's post starting "Phew, poor him. Must be tough being..."
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A young man in his promiscuous years, Grav had a lonely heart made for a maniacal world. Abandoned and forsaken by the strings that bind society, Grav found solace in the house of a deranged homosexual furry. There, in the peak of the moon shine, he howled at the wolves; the wolves thought of him, and Grav, in a whisper of desire so delicate and so sincere, became one of them. His heart, no longer that of a man, yet beating of the fire and passion of a savage so intent on reforming his inner katra, gave him freedom from the grasp of a former self lost in mechanical ignorance and structured absurdity.
Grav became a furry.
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