Fang's Crimson Vigil

The dim glow cast long figures across the earth. A numbing draft whistled through the woods, carrying with it the aroma of the forest. From his secret vantage point, Crimson Fang surveyed the scene below, his optic piercing. He remained vigilant for any sign of movement, any indication that his quarry was close at hand. His exhale formed wisps of s

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