Like Shattered Glass
04-03-2013, 11:23 AM
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Or so hideous He examined the surroundings quickly until his eyes fell on the trunk of an old tree. Moss. Just what he needed. He looked back at the female and gestured her to follow him. He didn't know what was in the North that she needed to reach, all he knew of the North was cold and ice, a place he could never survive in with half of his skin showing. He slowed partway, to stay at her side. He had found his bearings but was still blind in the mist, he'd need her to guide him at least partially if they ever wanted to see the sun again. Speech |
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