

A RequirementHe lives his life in solitude his own world, his own rules without noticing other people everyone and thing seems cruelA Requirement
He starts to fall into the abyss and could utter not but a moan wondering why here he must be and also Why am I all alone?
As all his hope begins to fade the torture endured is medieval fate is beginning to be accepted all his pain now is near lethal
He turns his head to light all he has is infinite doubt then a hand comes to him that is willed to pull him out
The frown on his face now smile
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mess with a wolf and you'll feel hell's fangs before the end
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mess with a wolf and you'll feel hell's fangs before the end
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mess with a wolf and you'll feel hell's fangs before the end
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