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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 4:10 pm
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A stranger in the lands wasn't an uncommon sight these days. With the lifting of the curse, the blind insanity of the lands was no longer touching on the minds of those that skirted the borders. It had been a shield, true, but at the same time it had been a terrible blight on the members here. Some who still suffered the after-effects of the curse were lost in their own fantasy land. Those that had recovered and still clung to the old ways were miserable creatures. They would stare out, moaning and sighing to themselves. They had embraced their servitude to insanity. To live life blind to reality and oblivious to true emotions was nothing more than slavery. At least in Shandor's mind.
With the curse's lifting came new faces- and new opportunities. Shandor wasn't the most compassionate of individuals, true, but he kept his borders well. New members meant more protection, more minds clear of the curse, and more claws to defend those that couldn't, or in many cases those that wouldn't.
Shandor went out of his way to circle the male from a distance, keeping himself downwind and well out of sight. The rough rocks and cliffs that surrounded the beach made for perfect nooks and crannies to slip into. The sand silenced his step, and the ocean drowned out even the sound of his breath.
"Wandering paws are dangerous around here." A voice piped in from behind the pink-maned stranger. "Especially malicious ones. What brings you to the sea?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 10:05 pm
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