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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:48 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:49 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:55 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 8:56 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:00 am
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Sortai watched the scene with growing curiosity. Should I approach? If I do will it try to kill me? Should I be running away? Gah! The addition of the elf, the source of the music, to the scene decided it. "I can't hide forever. I've found what I've been looking for, all these years, and if it leaves, I'll never forgive myself." He stood, then stretching his arms as to indicate he held no hostile intentions, walked to the river bank. It struck him how here he was, a dirty, petty thief human, in the sight of such a magnificent creature as a winged wolf, and even what appeared to be an elf. "I don't mean harm. Please don't hurt me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:02 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:06 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:06 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:08 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:09 am
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Sortai remained still, kneeling to the ground. The wet mud gave beneath his knees, so he settled on a mossy rock. "Please, I've seeked those such as yourself my whole life. Please... Don't leave, don't harm me." He removed from himself a picture of a crudely drawn dragon, old and faded. "I've known your kind existed for years. When I was twelve, I saw from the roof of my fathers building a dragon. it flew overhead, almost as if it didn't care it had been seen. I drew this and showed my father, who laughed and said there was no such thing." He replaced the picture in his sweatshirt. "I've searched, and finally found something, something I knew existed."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:13 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:15 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:21 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:23 am
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