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Venomous Fangs

fang and sharp ones, with venom fatal, waiting for sighting prey, the moment it came in view, fangs moved in space and time, the brain controlling movements, of fangs had a simple motive, hunger or enemy, cried the brain tissues, though it could not distinguish between the two, fangs moved nearer, with sleight and trick, so that prey could not guess what was coming about, this was also inbuilt in the brain moving fangs, distance got shorter, call was about just there, fangs got just about there, they recoiled in energy, making to a decisive sink, in a lightening move, the attack was made, and fangs felt the warm flesh slide by side, as they sunk in deep, as if in orgasmic pleasure, the venom flowed free, fangs waited for venom to work, the target was immobilized, and probably dead, fangs stood there withdrawing, not knowing what it was, hunger or an enemy dead.

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