Kilo_T_Mortal
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I remember the first time I ever watched a sheep die. It was struggling on it's legs and moaning softly to itself. I wonder what it was thinking as it made it's final stumble and landed on the grass, leaking blood from it's mouth. Was it thinking about all the warm days chewing on grass, all the blue sky it had seen. The scent of other sheep, the times of brief play as they jumped at each other. The adrenaline of flight as large things approached. Maybe it had great potential, as sheep go. Maybe it never made the most of it's opportunities. It had the skill to be the dark queen of the sheep, but was too lazy to stop grazing. It seemed to shudder a bit and I approached it. It looked at me, or at least I thought it did. It's life was fading as I stamped on it's head. I wanted to see what was in there that was making it work.
No, I still hadn't stopped the feeling. The sheep hadn't lost enough to sate my hunger. I needed something with more to lose something deeper, more substantial and richer.
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he's ruining my buestiful threat!
"She must have known about all this before she let that grinning loon put his space-cock anywhere near her?"
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