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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 10:52:12 GMT -5
 Deep in Old Spiritwood, there lies an old ruin seldom touched by sun's bright light. Here, in the shadows, creatures lurk. An eerie aura comes from this forgotten place. Watch where you step, none who has come here has returned... |
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Post by Rowan Edwards on Jun 30, 2014 10:24:37 GMT -5
Rowan Edwards
She hopped through the undergrowth, her white boots just barely brushing against the undergrowth. The werecat nimbly vaulted over a log clawed her way up into a leafless tree. The limb bowed under her weight, but she deftly swung up onto a different limb. Finally, she reached what appeared to be a treehouse, and settled in there. Tomorrow. Rowan thought. Tomorrow, I go to find her. And with that thought, she fell asleep.
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Post by Rowan Edwards on Jun 30, 2014 10:39:07 GMT -5
The basilisk scampered through the undergrowth and settled beneath a flat-nest, waiting for the unlucky inhabitant to jump or fly down...
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