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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 26, 2008 0:52:15 GMT -5
A inky black sky overlooked the sky the night the killer took a hold of its latest victim. Having trained hard with Shaft all of that day, Rye knew he should be exhausted. However, his tired lids wouldn't seal shut. He laid there in his nest of soft birfeathers and moss, unable to quench his body's thirst for rest. He rolled and tossed a bit more before being shooed out by Winnie, who had no trouble finding sleep at all. He grumbled a bit, then padded out onto the rise to sit. He peeked over the edge, smiling faintly as he watched the waterfall run down into the bubbling springs below. Leaping into the springs was always fun...but a rather noisy activity. Winnie wouldn't be too pleased with him when he'd made his way back. Maybe it's worth a trip down there...I could take the long way and sneak out without waking anyone... He pondered this, then decided he would be no better off. He'd be in a warm, cozy place, just like he'd been in his nest, and be unable to sleep. He groaned with frustration and plopped down to watch the stars twinkle and shimmer high above him. I wonder if fish sleep... he thought suddenly. Wow. The late hour messes with brains....
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Post by mudfang on Mar 26, 2008 16:17:28 GMT -5
"Trouble sleeping, Rye?" came a tiny, itty-bitty voice. Poor Babe barely reached the Rye's shoulders. "Me, too."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 26, 2008 18:30:45 GMT -5
Rye glanced down, suprised to see Babe was awake, also. "I guess it's because of everything that's been happening lately...I mean...with the sickness and all. I'm just glad the other packs aren't hostile and there's no trouble with rouges." He sighed. "Sometimes I think we won't ever find a cure. That it's completely hopeless."
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