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Posted: Oct 20th, 2004 at 06:26 pm
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She arives... late. A light mist rises arouns her as she makes her way through the underbrush, searching for a sighn of her new Cheiftain. Sending out a strong call to announce her arival, she stops, lisining for sounds of him...
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Hug a Logger, You'l never go back to the tree's
 Hisoka Kurosaki Made this for me :)
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Posted: Oct 20th, 2004 at 06:33 pm
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Curosity (i think thats his name lol me forget)steped up to her *Hello* where the only vocals sent forth his breath foamed around him in clouds for when hot meets cold a wonderful thing happens
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Posted: Oct 20th, 2004 at 06:51 pm
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OOC: Noo!!!... Tis' September! :D :P lol, I used to do that, when I played a lot of RPGS.
"BIC: She whinnys her answer and trots up to him, the soft spring sun lighting up the drolits in her spotted coat. "Show me around your beloved home, or, if you have yet to become familiar, let us explore together. "
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Hug a Logger, You'l never go back to the tree's
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Posted: Oct 21st, 2004 at 07:56 am
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oh I remeber it now
Bic:He smiled at her his torrso sticking out love in his orbs *We shall explore together* where his only words said he was'nt the one who wanted to talk he was all about movements experssions
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Posted: Oct 21st, 2004 at 06:13 pm
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OOC: I checked, the your stally is Stop Smoothly... haha *feels dumb*
BIC: She nods her refined dial, ever so slighty. She turns, studying the layout of her new home. She wuffles for her mate and, decidedly, she starts down a decline, toward the refreshing sound of little rushing waters...
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Hug a Logger, You'l never go back to the tree's
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Posted: Oct 21st, 2004 at 06:57 pm
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ooc:ok thanks
BIC:He smiles and fallows her no vocals emited
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Posted: Oct 21st, 2004 at 10:51 pm
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She drinks the running silver, content, happy, thankful.... Much more so, than any words known can describe. After taking her fill of the creek, she walks through it, silver drods flying upward onto her dappled sides, from the water rushing onto her legs...
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Hug a Logger, You'l never go back to the tree's
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