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Post by Mama Z on Jul 4, 2011 18:57:52 GMT -6
She was on the run. It was as simple and plain as that. She was on the run from something she had gotten herself mixed up in and she was hoping that she'd find some safety here.
These lands were truly beautiful. The way the waters fell down cascading into one another to create an almost never ending fall. Small ones made bigger ones and bigger fell into even larger ones. The sound of the rushing water was calming and in a way unnerving. It was a white noise that could easily hypnotize someone if they weren't careful.
The black wolf was sitting at the base of one smaller fall. The mist floated up and easily drenched her coat. Her red stripped butt was planted firmly on a moss covered rock. The one bright pink eye was keeping an eye on the strange lands, while the milky pink eye focused ont he things that seemed to be haunting only her. [/color][/size]
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