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03-29-03
He followed each, wandering after with an easy saunter, keeping to the shadows without a conscious thought. They seemed to bend and focus upon him, seeking him out for their protection. He chuckled mildly as his fingers idly stroked the ring on his left hand ... a "gift" from years past, it still served him well.
Keeping his eyes on the pair ahead, and the one following clumsily behind, he spared a moment to regard the setting sun. Even for him, where darkness offered his most keen opportunities, night in this place was a dangerous time, where the hunter often became the prey. He kept this in mind as he continued after them all.
"Ah well", he thought, "it could be worse ... I could be bored in the tavern doing nothing but harrassing the same whores ... variety -is- the spice of life, they say."
Another chuckle and he moved on, curious but far too cautious to comprimise the safety of distance for a closer examination. Stupidity is an STD, and DFers are the dirty whores spreading it. |