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Primal-Beast
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The shadow stands under me as if waiting expectantly. Like it knew something was coming. Hunter didn't care. Let whatever come come. Maybe i could get a drop out of it. His eyes widened in horror. He shook those thoughts out of his mind. The shadow was mouthing something like a roar. All of a sudden some black things on the ground darted away. Shadows? He watched as they shivered and ran away from his own. He almost laughed. It was funny when his "Shadow" made stuff scatter sometimes. They looked goofy. It made him feel less clumsy. But his shadow was waiting again. It sensed something Else. Suddenly he fly it too. The stiffness in the air. The dark scent. Death..... He couldn't believe it. His imagination was in truth. Becoming reality. Was death the hall monitor? Not good. He knew know why his shadow was waiting impatiently it was ready for all hell to break loose. And then. Hunter would ave to fight. Because he could't go back to class. Not now.