10-06-2018, 09:46 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Hazel eyes stared straight ahead, unwavering. He had so many questions, but he was not sure how to go about asking them. Why would someone do such a thing? Only a few paces away had a small group of children gathered, some mutilating and some decorating a patch of pumpkins happily. Levi was not quite sure the point was. The doberman had never experienced any sort of holiday in his life, especially Halloween. He remember during the month of October of last year had he been leading an expedition to conquer a rival pack and no one had ever mentioned this to him. Seeing the doberman in awe of this was almost funny as it was heartbreaking. He had been a child who had never known any of this. In a sense, Levi still was a child. "What the hell? What're they doing?"
The odd tools they used: Spoons, butter knives, a rusty hand shovel. This was all too strange for him. Maybe this was the paranormal activity Valkyr had mention. Were they possessed? He was not sure, but he sure was overthinking this. Too weary to approach the children, he remained sitting there, watching intently.
The odd tools they used: Spoons, butter knives, a rusty hand shovel. This was all too strange for him. Maybe this was the paranormal activity Valkyr had mention. Were they possessed? He was not sure, but he sure was overthinking this. Too weary to approach the children, he remained sitting there, watching intently.