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Post by Sheera on Sept 16, 2007 17:47:53 GMT -5
"To the old traitor camp... it is a beatiful camp... we just need to change the moss and everything.. but it has a little stream flowing through it... it is surrounded by trees and very well hidden." he siad.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 16, 2007 17:51:00 GMT -5
Brook sighed softly. "It sounds beautiful... When should we leave?"
(what ever happened to my traitor, I wonder.... hahaha)
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Post by Sheera on Sept 16, 2007 17:57:08 GMT -5
"Now... if you are ready but you must remain out of the camp until I make sure noyone is in it." he said.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 16, 2007 18:09:02 GMT -5
Brook raised a brow. "I'm fine. And it depends... I may or may not be able to stay away." She winked, and forced herself to stand. Leaning on the wall as she stood, Brook looked expectantly at him. "Alright, let's go."
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Post by Sheera on Sept 16, 2007 18:26:47 GMT -5
Rip neared her and let her lean on him. He began to walk alertly. And I love third sentences.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 16, 2007 18:33:28 GMT -5
After a few moments, Brook paused. Shuffling her paws, she began walking without support, limping every few steps. It hurt a little more, but she did not want to be seen as a useless, injured fae. She would prove her will and strength.
(new thread in traitor's camp, then?)
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Post by Sheera on Sept 16, 2007 18:46:42 GMT -5
(yupz)
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 16, 2007 18:50:32 GMT -5
(alright... could you make it? I've lost my muse... *it has been slaughtered by the academic system*)
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