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Wading
Oct 21, 2005 12:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Tai|Echo on Oct 21, 2005 12:09:56 GMT -5
Amongst the golds and reds of the poppy field the midnight figure of a male wolven stood out boldly. His movement was slow as it was awkward walking through grass which almost reached your neck.
Tai clenched his teeth but continued onward, determined to explore this part of the territory. Despite it not being his ideal spot it was still pretty and might suit the females.
He came, finally, to a small patch of land were the grass was of usual length and didn't keep getting up his nostrils. Worn out, Tai sank to his haunches, pink tounge lolling out his jaws. Now...how would he get back?
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