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Oh. A voice. He turned unwillingly from the butterflies to see the source and stared at the familiar woman. The feeling of familiarity faded and he was left with his blank stare, unable to form any thoughts or words to reflect on his now fleeting feeling.
Satana smiled to herself. This was not altogether unexpected. She neared the green creature and placed her hand on his arm. “Man-Thing?”
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The woman’s voice didn’t even register with him. He was too distracted by the shining butterflies.
They reflected in his red eyes and he continued to watch them with complete and rapt attention.
Wherever there were ethereal butterflies, Satana couldn’t be far away. She walked slowly towards the Man-Thing, her heels barely making any sound with the soft ground of the swamp. “Good morning, V… Man-Thing.”
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A voice that sounded so ... familiar and yet not. The thought floated away as soon as it surfaced and he only stared blindly, unable to form thoughts or a response to the woman’s words.
He could only stand there and continue to stare at her while a particularly sentimental feeling washed over him.
Where a man can hide, and never be found…
Bobbi ran a hand over her hair and stood, listening, as she stared into the undergrowth. She heard a faint rustling, and turned slowly.
…have no fear of the bayin’ hound. But you better keep a-movin’, and don’t stand still…
A gleam of red. “Hello, old friend,” she said softly.
If the skeeters don’t get him, then the gators will.
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@butterflythief

Man-Thing stood with his head back, watching the butterflies flutter around him with rapt attention. There seemed to be more of them at the moment and he watched closely at their gentle, fluttering movements, not noticing anyone joining him.
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agent0019 liked your post “Starter call for tomorrow”

Man Thing sensed a human near him and began to walk, shuffling forward in his slow gait. He sensed no fear or anger, but a curiosity, like she was searching for something.
That was when he spotted the woman out in the clearing and from his spot between the trees, he watched with his large red eyes, seeing what she would do.
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Starter call for tomorrow
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rageistruth replied to your post:Tag dump
nice tag dump
*Deadpool voice* ......THANK YOU
agent0019 replied to your post Tag dump
THAT’S RIGHT I GET A TAG
AND YOU GET A TAG, AND YOU GET A TAG
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Header looks awful and I don’t even care
I’ll fix it later
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