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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 25, 2009 15:09:37 GMT -5
Eurasia snarled at the wolf whom picked Moonset up to take back to camp. But Luma was right, Eurasia wouldn't be permitted to enter the Pack territories again. It was too late to stop them from finding out now. But anger and fear still swarmed her mind, fearful that she could never be a real Pack healer again and angry that Luma had done so, even though any wolf would have. Her rage took over, and, even though she was exhuasted to the bone, she tried to leap over the wolves who circled her, but because she couldn't out of lack of strength, she simply broke between Meg and Flisk, yowling with pain as she tore her tail out of Meg's mouth. Eurasia threw an angry glance at her, and she threw her body onto Luma's. The body of Moonset was on her shoulder, giving Eurasia a block to sinking her teeth into Luma's neck. But simply out of pure rage and exhaustion, Eurasia lost balance and fell off of the Sheeran's back, looking humiliated and shameful, and didn't try to assualt the she-wolf again. As the healer lay there she listened to the last of what she would hear in the terras, the whistle of the wind. Her favorite sound, until she was frightened by a cheerful whisper carried with it. "Thank you, Eurasia, I live in peace..." A chill swept over Eurasia, and she was astonished to think it was Moonset's spirit talking, returning to haunt her dreams forever, but the voice never came again, and she only assumed it was her imagination, tiredness, and fear. The wolf was dead, and her mind rejoiced for it, but it also yelled at herself for doing it, because if she hadn't she would have had friends, a Pack, and a dream job. It was too late to go back, she knew, as she had told herself several times before, and it seemed she would never get over wishing that she could reverse time. She had helped the Hellfirian wolves, which was what she came for....
Her job here was done. One day, those wolves will take over these Packs' terras, and they will thank me along with the others.
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Post by nighty! on May 25, 2009 17:56:45 GMT -5
Lilly Pad nodded. "You need to go to your camp. If you can shake yourself, then you can walk, take it easy because of your ribs right now and I'll tell Pernille so she can tell everyone to get out, we'll fight another day," She replied. "Yes, I saw and I think the sheerian is Missing, Missing is a neophyte who doesn't react so quickly unfortenly so it might be her. I'll tell Yago that. Right now, we need to move." The neophyte commanded. "It was nice seeing you again, we'll fight another day together." She finished and started to head off to get the other boddies.
As Lilly was walking toward the chess feild, she smelled Eurasia. Outside the battle. She's alone. Like she just got out and escaped. There was plenty of cobwebs now. The neophyte grabbed about seven sticks of cobwebs in her mouth and ran toward Eurasia, she was alone, quiet. Almost soundless. "Eurasia. I'm not going to fight but. I was mean to you so I owe you in one way. I don't want you to leave but I know you're gonna. Before you do, you could at least leave without bleeding yourself." Lilly Pad dropped the cobwebs down infront of herself. "Also, I'm going to tell you something. My old mentor didn't really teach me much about healing when I was neophyte-aged so I went to Rhain, she taught me almost everything that had to do with healing, she showed me all the kinds of herbs, what could be useful and what isn't. That is why I didn't want you as my mentor. I was afraid that you were going to be my old mentor. Just forgeting that they had a neophyte to teach." Then Lilly relizes that Eurasia was dead. Nevermind... forget about what I said... A couple of tears came down her muzzle. She grabbed the sticks of cobwebs and continue her way back to the battle.
T he sun goes down and then she slips away,
It gets so lonely after dark,
If only if we could relive yesterday,
tomorrow always seems so far.
[/right] NOTES`Lilly Pad Lyrics: Fourteen - Hawk Nelson [/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by featherswift on May 25, 2009 18:36:12 GMT -5
Jolon heard what Eurasia had said, but as she did the last breath echoed from Moonsets' body. That plan had failed. "I only say what is true," he said as Eurasia was attacked. "I don't care what you are and want to be. Your real self is dead along with your friends you care so much for," he finished as he walked away from Eurasia and her walking away from her attackers. He finally smelt Yozoran's and Sheeran's everywhere along with the other fighters. Finally, more had come. Jolon looked about, his black head swinging side to side. Would any wolf attack him? He trotted farther into the fight dodging fighting wolves, seeing more traitors. His mother and father were traitors once, but so were his alphas who had let them die. His heart was in torture. His teeth wanted to rip flesh in his rage and dispair, but also to stay clean and not hurt any wolf. Jolon's paws were blood soaked, but his coat remained perfectly black, now with the smell of all packs on him. Who would fight him, the black wolf who felt like this? When would he finally break and turn? Who and when echoed in his mind as a light breeze rustled the grass and leaves, barely breaking through the screams of pain and triumph.
(featherswift char. wants to join! ^^ )
Featherswift ran in. Her paws hitting the ground, clawing at the dirt for traction. She could hear a battle. As she reached the clearing she smelled her pack, the others, and lots of blood mixed with smoke. Her eyes finally saw hellfirians. She dodged through the puddles and wolves. She hadn't been able to find Eurasia for a while now and if there was a battle was she okay? Suddenly she collapsed on the ground. What had tripped her? Featherswift got up and saw a dead wolf. So, wolves were dieing. Looking around she saw herb healers helping as much as they could. "This is madness," she thought, looking. Her ears then heard a sound that pierced her heart. Eurasia's yowl. It sounded of fear and hurt. "Oh no! Is she okay?," she said running towards the noise. She stopped as soon as she heard Lily Pad's voice talking. (Is Eurasia dead?! I'm confused on your posts ^^; )
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 26, 2009 22:14:42 GMT -5
"HEY! ANYONE! HELP US, PLEASE!....please...." The shadowy edges of her vision were suddenly pulsating, the darkness pressing closer, threatening Tria with suffocation if she didn't act fast. The wait of her sister, unconscious, her other sister, lost, her brother, recently dead, her mother, just killed, and the face of war around her was too much even for the tough-skinned to bear. She crumbled, buckling at her knees. "Won't someone see a lady home...?"
Crow was immobile, his back leg broken badly, and could only watch his mate's still body in pooling agony.
Nightshade realized, silently, that it was still her duty to lead the Siverians home. Melina was still going, but Freya had been taken and others were suffering a bad battering. Some Blood Mist wolves had retreated, though others still remained. We need to regroup, and Melina needs to be announced alphess. Then, all of this will be on her. Well....not all of it, all of it, but most of it. "SIVERIANS! FALL BACK!"
Fall back? Now? But....
She watched Magic work on Shade's wounds, her shadowy Yozoran in near shreads. She knew she would have to follow Nightshade to the camp -- Magic would probably help the stragglers, and she would get things ready to tend the wounded back in their....home.
She swallowed hard, the realization that she would never live with Shade again like an asteroid to her universe.
"Shade....I...." she blinked towards Magic, than back at Shade, hoping he would understand the things she couldn't say. "Thank you, I hope you heal swiftly. I'll get things ready at camp, Magic."
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Post by Njack on May 26, 2009 23:58:40 GMT -5
Shaw growled at Temper, then followed directions and fell back, heading back to Siverian territory.
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Nectar's ears perked up as they picked up the faint echoes of a call. Something about Siverians falling back...
She sprang up, the last remnants of very temporary amnesia falling from her mind. Convienient.
Nectar sidled away from the conflict toward the main camp, taking sidelong glances at Macabre, who seemed occupied now with another pack wolf. Just, you know, in case he turned from a ketchupy ghost wolf into a mustardy one or something.
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Ligua wasn't in the clearing anymore. I don't know what happened to him.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 27, 2009 0:38:39 GMT -5
CHERISHING, THOSE FEELINGS PLEASURING… “Mmm…? Hey! Where ya going!?”Offering a rather pathetic snarl, Temper staggered after Shaw, but the other wolf had already sprung into a retreat, leaving the BloodMist male lusting for warfare. But all around him, the battle participants were dispersing. And by participants, both packwolfs and Hellfirians were included. Too distraught to continue, Temper paused to center his thoughts, and began to limp toward the outskirts of the clearing. For him, it was, too, time to withdraw from the frontlines. At least until the world stops moving… urg…Although he was deaf to most worldly sounds at this point, Shade roused at the chime of a familiar voice. The one voice, it seemed, that could bring him back from the grave. “Annelise…” Shade twitched, opening an eye to see her. Just her. Alive, standing behind Magic… yet unable to come closer. Unable to touch. Luckily, Magic had busied himself with tending to the wounds, leaving a small window of opportunity. Seizing his chance, Shade ran his eyes over Annelise’s form until they met her eyes, and although his own gaze expressed pain (not pain of body, but pain of separation), he hoped that she could see the love in his eyes. The love that he cherished so dearly. Knowing that Magic was in earshot, Shade was restricted in his words, but wanted to say something at least somewhat meaningful. After all, for all they knew, this could be the last day they had with each other. Shade had grown accustomed to a daily life with Annelise, but now they were returning to their packs. Life would never be the same. Nothing could be guaranteed. Weakly nodding his head, Shade whispered, “Take care of yourself,” before lapsing into unconsciousness. After a few minutes, Magic looked to Annelise, nodded in acknowledgement, and mumbled something about seeing the Yozoran patient home. He appeared to be absorbed in his work, and he inwardly knew that it would be a while yet before he returned to the pack. There are others in need of healing before I can return.Scoring a claw over Toss’ face, Macabre launched at his opponent with merciless intent, having completely forgotten about his former opponent for the time being. All that mattered was the texture of flesh beneath his claws, and the delicious sound of agonized yells that erupted from Toss’ throat. For Toss, the thing that mattered was the safety of the youngling. He offered a small glance toward Nectar amidst the fray, and felt a twinge of relief as he watched her retreat. Coughing weakly, Kar swiveled his ears at the announcement. We’re retreating? Well, okay… I can live with that. Heaving his damaged body forward, he headed back toward Siverian territory. Lance parted in his violent dance with Kill, panting heavily and wincing with muscle ache. Nightshade’s howl blared in his ears, yet Lance was reluctant to leave the battle. Reluctant to leave the wolves responsible for the death of his mate and pup. He nearly listened to the urge, and nearly remained to attempt and fight the entire bloody war all on his lonesome. But Kill had launched into his side, sticking a claw in his right eye, and laughed as she did so. Lance cried out in agony, tearing away from his opponent and limping off a ways, shaking feebly as a burning sensation consumed half of his face. Lucky for him, his mind still trapped in a fog of adrenaline, which numbed the pain to a degree. Also lucky for him, it served to shove him into ‘retreat’ mode. I can’t fight like this… get eye patched up, come back, and rip their throats out. Yeah…Mildly comforted by thoughts of rending Hellfirians throats into ribbons, Lance limped after the other Siverians with one scarlet eye firmly closed. …COVER ME, UNWANTED CLEMENCY |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 27, 2009 16:01:17 GMT -5
((HEY EVERYBODY! Nighty made a fun thread for retreating Hellfirians and captured wolves. Come here when your evil wolfeh is done fighting  mysticsiv.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=bitterwind&action=display&thread=4065&page=1 )) Nightshade limped off towards the camp, relieved to be finally leaving the fray. It had seemed like eons, suddenly, since she'd seen the camp. In reality, it was more than the average wolf, though. She'd been out hunting when she'd found Melina....and then they'd come to the Eternal Tree....and then sprang headfirst into a battle. I'm going to have to call a meeting immediately...(sorry, I forgot to rp Fireflight again, wolfers xP ) The Destinian alphess rammed hard into the white fae, a Hellfirian who'd been at this battle far longer than Fireflight. Her ears faintly caught the sound of the Siverians departure, and her stomach knoted momentarily with discomfort at their late arrival. She cast this all aside, honing in her senses on Shiver and she danced wildly towards Fireflight, claws outstretched. Fireflight narrowed her eyes and dropped into a low crouch. Two can play at this game! Firflight mirrored Shiver's movements like a coordinated ballerina of war, jabbing out with her claws or snapping at Shiver with her teeth where she could manage. Annelise dipped her head sorrowfully to Shade, then commited herself to the unspeakable. She padded away from Shade, her love, her heart, and walked back towards her life as a healer, a sister, a packmate. But, though some would guess otherwise, she still trod with a paw in each place, unknowingly tearing herself slowly in half. She did not look back -- she knew well enough that this would only make it harder. She couldn't really make herself regret any of this, only that she wished the universe had placed her and Shade differently, so their affection wouldn't have been so looked down upon. If Wind and Sky pulled it off.....hell, so will I.... |
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Post by nighty! on May 27, 2009 18:20:15 GMT -5
Pernile turned her head toward Nightshade after she told her pack to fall back. I guess that is the only thing to do now. "YOZORIANS NOW ITSN'T THE TIME! FALL BACK FOR NOW. WE'LL FIGHT A DIFFERENT DAY!" The beta of Yozoron howled loud enough so they can hear her. She started to head back toward the camp. We need to plan this.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 27, 2009 18:51:33 GMT -5
SCREAM THE WAY YOU WOULD … There was a hiss of fury and a spray of crimson, and Shiver found herself with yet another symbol of war. The she-wolf careened to the right, avoiding another collision with Fireflight. She inhaled deeply, using her avoidance tactic to allow a few moments of relief from the action. But the seconds escaped all too swiftly, and Shiver soon swiveled about and charged back into the fray. There was no time to stand idly about, especially with wolves retreating in every which direction. Realizing that her assaults were slowing due to fatigue—and that her opponent had arrived too recently to feel similar affects—Shiver decided to ram her foe, rather than attempt to outwit one of greater speed and agility. If I can get us to the ground, I’ll have better chances. She charged, hoping that she would hit her target. Now lost in a fog of unreality, Shade slipped into a more steady heartbeat. Magic sighed, muttered something to himself, and coaxed the unconscious patient into swallowing a few herbs. All around him, the battle was edging closer to a close, and silently prayed that causalities would be minimal in the aftermath… but secretly doubted that they would. We’re not getting out of this war without sacrifice…Toss snarled, the ancient brute far too old to be of great service, but at the same time unrelenting in his attacks. His opponent, Macabre, had received a good deal of wounds, but not without a few injuries himself. Toss paused, panting heavily, and stared up at the Hellfirian. Could’ve taken him with a paw tied behind my back in my old days…“Toss!” Euphrates had raced up, clawing at Macabre’s face before he could deliver a more lethal blow to the Destinian Beta. “You’re injured. Go seek help!”“I’m doing… just fine…” Toss wheezed, diverting his eyes from the younger male. “No, you’re not. Go now, before I get over there and drag you away!”Offering a mere grunt of acknowledgement, Toss limped away, bleeding freely from a long pair of gashes in his chest, and mumbling something about ‘killing a bear when he was younger’. …IF I RAVAGED YOUR BODY |
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Post by featherswift on May 27, 2009 20:49:42 GMT -5
Jolon's ears perked, the turmoil inside left, as he heard his beta call them to go back. He could see many wolves retreating, hurt, yet he had no scratches or marks. Why should he when he was fresh? He shrugged his shoulders and walked towards his camp, bloody pawprints mixed with ash followed him towards home.
((so we powerplay hellfirians?))
Featherswift watched as more wolves left then continued to listen to the herb healers.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 27, 2009 20:53:22 GMT -5
(Hey guys, eurasia isn't dead! She's only freaked out about MOONSET"S death!  ) Eurasia stood up and looked at the young neophyte whom spoke so wisley. She admired this wolf, and was sad that she had to leave. Eurasia bent over to look at Lillypad, listening to every word, and sorrowful. "Oh, my neophyte, I would never have forgotten about you. But now it's too late. I let you down. Look what I have done! My, my, you are so wise. It was an honor to spend such a short time with you. I will think of you, Lillypad. Maybe we will meet another day. I hope we do, and I just want you to know," Eurasia bent over to lick her neophyte's forehead, "I am so proud of you, and you are a great friend. Please, don't hate me, and I really want to meet you again someday, maybe in Everlasting Twilight. Or, I might actually go to Hellfire. I love you Lillypad. Even though we only knew eachother for a short while, I love you like a daughter." And tears welled up in her eyes, and she watched the young healer walk away slowly. I guess it's time for me to leave, she thought, and tiredly Eurasia walked away, out of the terras. (OMG! I love that song, Fourteen by Hawk nelson! He's my favorite! I like how he goes "ooooOOHHHHHhhh! ooooOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" xD |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 27, 2009 21:26:00 GMT -5
((Um, no, we do not powerplay here. It's in the rules -_- ))
Fresh....
The scent of springtime littered the place where Eurasia had stood once before. There was no solid figure to suggest Rhain's prescence, but all the same, her pelt brushed Lilly Pad's warmly, and she bent down to whisper in the young wolf's ear. "Lilly Pad, this battle is dwindling, it's time for you to hgo home and work things out with your pack....You are a true healer, and I will watch over you throughout the rest of your neophyte days. Give Yago this message -- I will mentor you, Lilly. Go carefully, now." And all at once, the spring goddess was gone, racing through the packlands, and waiting for Lilly in their den.
Trianna managed to bear her Autumn's unconscious form, though her weight was heavy on her spine. She sniffled silently, all traces of gladiator brutality, of grizzly strength, all false pretense of invincibility....all of it was wiped away. Trianna was a shell. An empty shell.
Behind her, Kasparr let his father lean on his shoulder, and the two, together, dragged Saskia's body as best as they could. None would look at the other packs...not until Crow stopped to glare hatefully at the other packs.
"Fawn over your Sheeran traitors and your dead, but don't stop to help the ones who tried to save your captured packmates. I can't speak for all of my pack, but I am hateful of you...and will remain so until my time here ends," he spat at them in disgust, then carried on with his limp towards Yozoran home terra. To hell if any Yozorans help you!
Meg shied away from the Yozoran family as they passed with their funeral procession. Confused and a bit shaken, she looked to Lilly Pad with sad eyes. "The missing wolves didn't really have anything to do with the Yozorans....and now we've pushed them away....the rift is only growing bigger, by the looks of it. We need strong packs in times like these....not ones torn apart by conflict with each other..." She sighed heavily, looking around. Few enemies remained to fight now that the Destinians were here. They seemed untiring, great golden warriors on a faded battlefield. Meg knew that they would be just as exhausted if they'd gotten here sooner. Ah, well, less work for us. Yago never told us to come....so maybe we should head out, too, and let the Destinians finish here. "Lilly Pad, should the Sheerans go home now?"
Fireflight dodged as her opponent rammed her, but the blow caught her hind leg and caused her to stumble momentarily. She recovered swiftly, but the attack set her off greatly. She circled, taking up a defensive stance and studying her foe's movements. "Give it up, fae, your fellow rougues have already left you. Go home to them and lick your wounds!" I wonder how the loners amassed such a big force? Somebody must have set them off...
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Post by nighty! on May 27, 2009 23:24:56 GMT -5
((Hawk Nelson is a band not a person.))
Tears poured down her eyes when Eurasia wasn't dead at all, she shouldn't have made that mistake and she might go to Hellfire, Lilly didn't know what was going to happen to her anyhow. Maybe that they'll see each other again anyways. Eurasia even called her a daughter. It was an honor for someone to even say that. Now she's gone.
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[/font]he tears slowed down when Rhain was next to her. Giving her adivise about what needs to be done and what is going to happen now and on. It felt like Spring when she was with Rhain, only if she was there to meet Rhain on the earth. Her mother, Flower, probubly ment her, and of course Riku, her father already did, no doupt about it. Rhain was warmth S[/color][/font]he turned to Meg and saw her eyes with sadness. She wasn't the only one but her sadden eyes were about another subject. "Mistakes happen Meg. Don't worry about it, we'll appologize later when we see them again." She replied. Then Meg asked her if the Sheerians should go back to the camp. Lilly Pad nodded. "I promised Nightshade that I'll grab the bodies and move them to a better place. Tell one of the high rankers to go back, and tell them that I said that and will meet them later tonight." She explained slowly.
The sun goes down and then she slips away,
It gets so lonely after dark,
If only if we could relive yesterday,
tomarrow always seems so far.
NOTES`Lilly Pad Lyrics by Hawk Nelson - Fourteen[/size][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by featherswift on May 27, 2009 23:28:02 GMT -5
(I know..just seemed other people were power playing fake and random hellfirains with no names 0.o)
Featherswift watched her friend talk to her neophyte with strained ears. Something about what she had done and going back to hell fire? She was thoroughly confused, what had she missed? She saw her friend leave, and her heart ached as if she knew she would never see Eurasia again. Her muzzle to the sky, she howled sorrowfully. A howl to say goodbye the opposite of which she had cried and met Eurasia with. Eurasia was gone, so Featherswift followed the neophyte of her friend. She was talking to another wolf,"Lily Pad, should the Sheerans go home now?," was what that wolf had asked. Featherswift looked around and saw her pack in bad shape, for some. Featherswift didn't care. She wanted to find out why Eurasia had to leave. Her tail drooped, as did her ears, as she awaited the reply from Meg.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 27, 2009 23:32:31 GMT -5
MY HAND IS ON THE TRIGGER… “Hehehe…”Shiver mirrored Fireflight’s actions by assuming a more defensive stance, tensing in case the Destinian decided to deal another blow. But she knew that the alphess spoke truthfully; all around her, her companions were drawing back. They had dealt a blow to the packwolves, and that was enough. There would be no defeat on BloodMist’s part; how can you defeat an enemy who never dies? “Hmm… actually, a nice nap sounds perfect right now,” Shiver responded, purposefully unclear if she was speaking sarcastically or not. “I’ll be seeing you later, I’m sure…” Twitching an ear, Shiver quickly ducked and ran, joining up with the other BloodMist wolves in their withdrawal from battle. However, she hesitated for a second, pausing and staring in Euphrates’ direction. Is it just me, or does that kid look familiar…?Euphrates cast a glance toward Fireflight, catching her words as he did so. He simultaneously realized that a retreat on both sides of the playing field had been initiated, and he wasted no time in informing his dear Hellfirian friend of the fact. Claws meeting with flesh, Euphrates glowered at Macabre, who appeared unaffected by the turn of events. “You hear that?” Euphrates growled. “It’s good advice. And you better clear out of here before I make you listen to it!”At first, Euphrates was sure that he was going to have to force Macabre into a submissive retreat. The BloodMist wolf had merely slid a tongue over his fangs in response, staring the Destinian down. But, at last, Macabre retreated a few steps, and began to pad away from his opponent. “…that’s right. You better run, you son of a bitch,” Euphrates mumbled under his breath, taking a few steps back. He glanced toward Fireflight, and bounded over to her side. “How much longer are we going to stay out here? Looks to me like we’re picking off the stragglers, with most of the wolves—”“Hey, you! Your mother says ‘hi’!”Euphrates winced, immediately turning to stare at Shiver, who grinned darkly before speeding off into the woods. A shadow creeping over his eyes, Euphrates silently wondered if Babylonia was anywhere around. And where is Sumer, for that matter?…I’M READY TO IGNITE |
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