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"Hunted Wraith" by luvdisc_123
The cold air blew into Sasshields room as he opened the window. It was night, there was a grand full moon out, and the stars could be seen clearly. The Wraith Draik propped himself up upon the windowsill, his purple hood put down. His petpet, a Captive Shadow Wraith named Mortimer popped out of his hood and sat on his shoulder. Sasshield took a deep breath in and let it out. "Alright Mortimer, time to fly." Mortimer hopped onto Sasshields head as he put his hood back up and braced himself for flight. Ever since he had obtained his new form, flying was a pastime he relished in. Learning all the intricacies and tricks to flying was something he could never accomplish as a normal wraith.

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