[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; font-size: 10px;]Dylan was sitting in a corner in camp, gaze cast down. Sightless orbs rolled around in their sockets like crazy, as if trying to read and absorb information. "And the sky will turn red and heaven shall release its wrath..." The words were barely uttered and it was in an almost inaudible voice. Digging his claws in the ground, the blind canine began to breathing heavily, sweating slightly. Fur fluffed out, Dylan squeezed his eyes shut, beginning to speak nonsense. Mostly about angels and demons and 'he will come' along with 'i couldn't help myself. please forgive me'.
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