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Post by mysteri on Jul 11, 2008 9:28:02 GMT -5
Alarna glanced around again at the howl and tightened her grip on her knife, even though it was probably the shape shifter. "Yeah..." she murmured, heading off in the direction of the inn, stroking the puppy absent mindedly.
[shall we leave it here?]
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Post by kista on Jul 11, 2008 12:37:46 GMT -5
((End it here... yeash.)))
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Post by silverbeast on Jul 30, 2008 19:37:18 GMT -5
"Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home, swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan and what did I see? Comin' for to carry me home. A band of angels comin' after me, comin' for to carry me home." Sirithia sang as she walked through the market. Her song made her steps float above the ground an eight of an inch. She had a small purse of coins slung around her wrist, and an almost flawless apple that she had purchased in one hand.
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Post by mysteri on Jul 31, 2008 5:08:51 GMT -5
This post is finished... you should make a new one instead of posting here, I'll be happy to reply xP
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