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Post by name on Jul 22, 2005 23:09:20 GMT
Grey light flooded the island bridging storm 'pon the isle. wood Layne askew on torn land of stone. screeching calls pierced from the inhabits to the pod. lifting 'is bod high up the rock slope he laughed of the two legs miserable mistakes. Shaking the dust of sand of is damp coat cuts bleeding lightly from remembering whip lashes. trodding on ignoring all others calls to come back to help, Those of which he never meet. Light crashed the beach shores letting out more screeches of fear from the other creatures. hazel liquids glanced ahead a new venture to excite. His shook had been quickly replaced and the smell of pron blood sickened him. Leaving the cliffs he slank into a forest glaceing only once back, hoping best for those souls and creatures to be Strong like 'im, or die without pain and sorrow. leaves scratched his back as he plowed under the trees. "is memory blanked on his past life now on this new one...............................On the island of Zaruliar(Sp? is that right)
Name-Silent Curse(call him Cruise) Gender-beau Breed- forgotten Age-4 Height-16.3 Color-dusty Grey Markings-uh bald face Personality-differs to others Alliance-light Picture (optional)- down below
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