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Post by Skysong on Dec 15, 2007 23:35:24 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] My shadow is the only one who'll help me[/shadow] Tsinga Worn pads shuffled through the frozen leaves of the forest. An aged vix should not be alone, but to her own mind, she never thought of herself as being alone. Orbs dulled, nearly blind, she heavily relied on scent and hearing to live. Dark grey pelt had flecks of white. Bodice skinny, unable to keep on the weight. A crow soared above, her companion that would give her company. Then there was her shadow, whom she would talk to when the crow was not nearby. She has been a loner for sometime, and knew that when she met someone, they didn't want her for company, they wanted her for magic. She herself was a granter of powers, able to give others her own powers that would die off as she did. It she didn't give them to some one else, then no one would be able to have them. There were only a certain few she would ever gives powers. She had to know they would make wise choices with their powers. Otherwise, it would be her fault if something went terrible wrong. Tsinga escaped the forest, now looking out among a cove. Only the most cunning and wise would find this cove. Orbs looked out over the ocean, and waited.
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