Walking was all he could remember- besides the sun, at least. Days on end he had continued walking and drinking, until... Pain, pain came across the young Klyde as claws sank into his back; his nerves set on fire as they tore into him, along with the words of bandits. Daaaamnn... was all he could manage to think... before he passed out.
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Subject: Klyde's Backstory 
Fri 20 Apr 2012, 6:45 pm
