among the dankest darkest nights, he krept through the forrests .. in hunt for those who fed on pain .. sudden, striking brilliant moonlight broke through the treetops onto the ground .. hisses, whistles and russles flinched out through the thin night air .. in the furthest parralell distances he could with creations sense pick up the prayers and meditations of far away prophets .. the forrest became quieter ...
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