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Post by derea on Dec 24, 2006 19:00:05 GMT -5
Baine's footsteps were silented by the thick moss covering the ground. The aroma of h2o filled his nares. His auds flicked at every little sound. baine's visionaries scanned the terrain for the almight stag who was said to appear. He waited patiently, not know what to expect...
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Post by derea on Jan 4, 2007 15:59:44 GMT -5
ooc: bump
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