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Post by Destiny on May 11, 2008 11:21:44 GMT -5
The dark orange sunset like figure of the femme padded forward. For the last few days she had been resting in the camp, and catching food for herself. The nest Severian had escorted to had been where she had slept, and now she wished to try and speak with Sabela once again. "Escuse me, Sabela?' she called.
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Post by Sheera on May 11, 2008 19:03:58 GMT -5
Sabela's ears perked towards the voice of the young wolf.
"Salutations," she greeted the wolf, "Severian has told me of your presence."
She swiped her tail over the mosscovered ground.
"Come in, sit down," she offered lightly.
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Post by Destiny on May 12, 2008 13:42:40 GMT -5
The fae gingerly padded forward. There was still a hard set style to her features; but there was a softness there too. Perhaps some fond memories had come to mind to ease the rage that had overthrown the rest of her emotions in the past days. Figure was settled down a respectful distance from Sabela. There was a slight bow of her crown.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
