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Wake up call.



Satchel


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03-29-2013, 09:55 AM
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He had a bad feeling he might be lost.

The pale beast moved in silence, soothed by the coolness of this murky place. He was out on his own again, a refugee looking for a better horizon. He felt a little strange, almost dizzy as he breathed in the humid air. He was hushed for now, trying to get a better sense of his surroundings as the crows kept him company. Leaving soft tracks in the muddy earth, he headed towards the smell of water to quench his burning thirst.

He wasn't sure how he ended up here, but he would have time to figure it out later. After Mexico he had fallen down the rabbit hole, and now he was just beginning to climb back out. Soon he reached the bank, front limbs sinking into murky water as molten hues scanned the scene carefully. But so far it seemed to be just him, a sad little fact that made his heart stutter. Dipping his head down he began to drink, a transparent ghost that now haunted this humid wasteland.

Furry little Monster..






Elphaba


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03-29-2013, 11:15 AM
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The swamp was a bit like her, she was partial to these lands so cold and dark. This place were forgotten, a voyeur in time left abandoned and desolate. Just like her. Banishment seemed to suit her well, the colors of her pelt were known as vile and wicked, banished forever in her old lands and her lips curled up in a slow moving silly, how utterly asinine to banish a color. She was innocent, of what she had been accused of at least, but that was neither here nor there.

The thick mud squelched beneath her paws as she glided through the mud and filth, golden eyes flickering in the darkness, her bitterness and her hatred gleamed in the depths of her oculars. A phantom spirit of ivory appeared in the shadows and she paused, her own pelt blending well save for the collar of white fur that wrapped around her neck and down her forehead. Her tail would lash behind her, she assumed he was vile, every wolf she had ever met was vile, cruel... why would he be any different?

"Who are you?" Her tones were neutral, cold, but she stayed where she was, drawing no closer. She would not give him the chance to harm her, she was ready for his teeth and his claws.



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