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Post by color on Nov 26, 2006 14:54:28 GMT -5
Dakian easily swept into the wasteland with a steady gallop. She sniffed the floor for scents, they were scarce. She could tell that Mirage had only just claimed the terrain. His scent was hardly anywhere. Dakian chose to gallop on for the cliff. She slowed before reaching the edge. Her visionaries enjoyed the view of rapids. The rushing calls for death to the suicidal soul that lingers atop the mountain. The dismal death of her figure. Dakian laughed gaily to the dancing aqua. She would wait to see what happened before doing anything wastful.
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