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Post by wayward on Nov 14, 2006 14:51:54 GMT -5
Mighty talons thrashed there way through the lands, following an old deer path to what she hoped would be a new home. Muscles strained ever so slightly throughout the journey, seeing as how the femmora that glistened red in the sun had gotten little sleep since making her way to this place. Sweat began to drip slowly, then more heavily from her sides. Breathes became more forced and harsh. Finally, when side sheaved and she could push on no more, San Haruba stopped. When she gazed about, she found herself in a wonderful land, not like the trail, that had plenty to drink from the flowing river, and the grass was lush and untouched. San lowered her boa and cranium, as kissers drank deeply from the pool nearest her. The water was delicious, and San drank heartily. Once done, the vix put weight to her haunches, lifted her towers sky wards, and flailed them viciously, decreeing,
This land now belongs to San Haruba. Vixens welcome, brutes stay wary!
With that done in a full shout, she lowered herself, and began to rest promptly, taking her time to chew and fully taste the sweet grass.
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