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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
His head hurt. Onision could faintly hear the voices of Alexander and Bastilleprisoner, but the brown feline merely remained curled up tightly in the back of his mind. Of course, with Bast's attempts at telepathy, the brown wolf conked out almost immediately, head lolling to the side. Soon, what laid in its place was the bleeding form of Onision, single good eye opening momentarily. It was true how he didn't have any control over his wolf genetics, the wolf being an entirely different entity than he was, but he could faintly see the look of irritation on Alex's face from a distance.
God, he was in trouble again.. What was this called? Ah, right.. in-fighting. He'd have to confront his wolf later.. Get a name out of the vicious thing, find more out.. Later. He was tired.
[/td][/tr][/table]God, he was in trouble again.. What was this called? Ah, right.. in-fighting. He'd have to confront his wolf later.. Get a name out of the vicious thing, find more out.. Later. He was tired.
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