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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 10:32 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:02 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 8:07 pm
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Moyo wouldn't be out this way..."Noki?" where was she, or Kichea? Gharadi stopped, peered around and raised a paw to scratch at his brow, and rolled his shoulders. Orange hues darted around, but he couldn't spot anthing, the underbrush was thick here...however.
A plan crossed his mind and he stepped in place, then softer and softer as if to sound like he was walking away, he crouch low then, behind some low hanging bows before him, and waited as if stalking prey.
Though the prey were his children, if they were here, such a lovely game indeed...
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 11:45 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:44 pm
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