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This saga will the story of a wandering warrior who is left without a purpose in a world that has long forgotten his existence, but new enemies from beyond the stars will remind this world That the Last Spartan still lives, and is coming for the blood of the alien invaders who dared threaten his world.
This story begins in the woods of West Virginia along the Appalachian Trail while a pack of murderous werewolves celebrated around a bonfire with the owner and a young brunette she wolf held hostage not knowing that a true beast was stalking these woods.
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Diablo POV:
"Haha the wolves of this generation are so weak, it took no effort to slit this pack's life line." As a chilling wind swept through the mountains of West Virginia the cheers of a murderous pack could be heard while under the cloak of darkness a lone figure sat above them in the trees watching with crimson red glowing eyes.
"I'm sorry Hollis. It's all my fault, if only I was paying better attention." A young brunette she wolf sobbed as she sat tied in rope next to an older man who huddled close to the girl in their cage.
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"No it's not sweetheart. No matter what happens tonight I don't want you blaming yourself, ya hear?" The older man spoke to the girl who softly nodded as the figure swept his eyes over the camp.
