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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=541203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time To Fight Back</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humans were encroaching on their hunting ground.<br>They'd have to send a dire message, which would be found.<br>They didn't want to fight or start a deadly war.<br>They were only three Shewolves, but were used to gore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humans always came in groups of two or more.<br>To kill just one human would be a grueling chore.<br>They tracked and they stalked for the perfect time to strike.<br>The humans all looked, moved, conversed and smelled alike.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stunk, built fires, and trashed the ancient hunting ground.<br>Some stayed riverside, precious gold was to be found.<br>That was the venue to attack the greedy crews.<br>They didn't need more reasons to light their short fuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night was the best time for a killing attack.<br>They needed to be cunning and not leave a track.<br>They didn't fear these beings, to fail was to die.<br>They had to fight for what was theirs, or at least try.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They waited for a waning moon for this great feat.<br>Strike with cruel force and like lightning, Death they must cheat.<br>They crept with stealth; soon the two miners were in sight.<br>They slept sound, without the smallest tremor of fright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trio struck quickly, and took one by the throat.<br>They drug him to the river and knew he would float.<br>It was a soundless kill, and the other slept on.<br>He awoke in the dawn with a stretch and a yawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He called for his partner and longtime hunting mate.<br>He wasn't worried yet, in his slow sleepy state.<br>While cooking breakfast he began to worry some.<br>He looked around now, and spotted a severed thumb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no other sign of a struggle in camp.<br>Now the sweat started to bead, and his hands grew damp.<br>He grabbed his loaded rifle and a bunch of shells.<br>He wouldn't give up without many shouts and yells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weeks would be gone, before the lone miner was through.<br>He packed their belongings, and loaded their canoe.<br>He took the single thumb, now long turned grey and hard.<br>He would keep this memento, his mind always scarred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their home was filled with the smell of flesh quite rotten.<br>The miners were gone now, but never forgotten.<br>Hunting and stalking and killing were their real knack.<br>Now was the place, and now was the Time to Fight Back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=J.B.+LeBuert">J.B. LeBuert</a><div class=q>
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They'd have to send a dire message, which would be found.
They didn't want to fight or start a deadly war.
They were only three Shewolves, but were used to gore.

The humans always came in group..."></div>
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