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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:56 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:14 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:25 am
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Well, she began. When I was only one, the war was over and the mythics had fled for over 900 years then. I was part of a clan, just as every one of my kind lived in, but then we had reason to believe that humans were on the verge of discovering us, she said ruefully. All I remember there was panic, and fire, and distress. I lost my parents in the chaos, and I had no where to go. So I fled to the north. As far north as my wings could carry me, she said quietly. So now, I make an annual flight back to my homelands, not to far from here, to see if things have changed, she said. To see if I can find my family. I haven't seen another of my kind since I left, and now, she paused. I think I am the only one left.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:34 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:38 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:41 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:44 am
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Lowri had dozed off for a bit as she let her fur dry in the mid morning sun. She stood up and stretched, and put up her wings. She was now perfectly dry as she shook her fur into place. Every long hair fell in perfect alignment. She fluffed out her wings, and folded them back in place. She gave out another piercing howl, and listened to it ring through the forest. But then she heard something else. A slight whistle, it was low and soothing, but then it stopped. She heard something snap a twig, and she turned immediately to the source. She had a very atuned sense of hearing and sight, and she saw a being, a human. She stood still as she examined the human, crouching ever so slightly, ready to attack if necessary.
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