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loves_bitchThis is most certainly not a voluntary broadcast.
The trees flicker by as Spike moves at speed through the forest. There is occasionally a flicker of his face palely reflected by the moon. His face is ridged and feral as the tree branches whip past. Then, all at once, all of the movement stops, there isn't even rapid breathing to denote his effort.
The pause does not last long before he takes motion again - a leap and then a snarl.
A deer loses its life beneath his fangs. The blood, what little of it escapes, glistens blackly in the moonlight.
The transmission flickers out.
The trees flicker by as Spike moves at speed through the forest. There is occasionally a flicker of his face palely reflected by the moon. His face is ridged and feral as the tree branches whip past. Then, all at once, all of the movement stops, there isn't even rapid breathing to denote his effort.
The pause does not last long before he takes motion again - a leap and then a snarl.
A deer loses its life beneath his fangs. The blood, what little of it escapes, glistens blackly in the moonlight.
The transmission flickers out.
