<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence sat in the darkness, watching as she approached.<br/>Terrence was sure such beauty as hers did not exist, he though it had all been washed upon the earth and all that was left was ugliness and gloom.  But she managed to be quite pretty despite her strong appearance.<br/>He suddenly realized, his gun was raised, aimed at her, he hastily lowered it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Old habits die hard.</span><br/><br/>Terrence sat for a second, coming to a decision.  He threw one of the individual wraps of deer meat at her.  Each fillet was large, the work of someone who at one time may have worked in a slaughterhouse.<br/>Truth was, he just learned as he went.<br/>It landed with a soft thump on the ground before her.<br/>"That should placate you."  Terrence's voice was still cold, but it was relaxed, more willing to reason.<br/>But still, he would remain shrouded in darkness.</div></blockquote>