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Post by Allanon on Jan 24, 2007 0:26:46 GMT -5
The sun's bloated bulk hung heavy on the eastern horizon, it's bloody light seeping into every crack and draw of the canyon. Though the snow that dusted the meadows couldn't seem to get a foothold in the canyons, the chill winter wind still snaked its way through the realm. Beth woke from her uneasy slumber by the brightening of the world. Her radar flicked to and fro even before her mind had fully shaken off the fog of sleep. No sounds greeted her seeking auds except the twittering of birds too foolish or stubborn to fly south for the winter. No hint of enemies, no trace of friends. Thus was the morning ritual since the disapperance of Zanzibar. She had all but given up hope on the return of the brute, chalking up his disappearance to a conquest of the wolves. Her heart would not allow her to believe he had simply forsaken them all. Completely unbidden, a forceful cry tore its way from her bodice, carrying with it her lonliness and pain. The song of the forsaken reverberated against the sandstone walls around her, the echoes laughing at her plight. The onyx fae crinkled her muzzle and snorted, chiding herself for her foolishness. Cranium dipped earthwards as she began foraging for her breakfast, trying to forget those that would likely never return.
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