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Post by Sasha and Others on Dec 10, 2005 20:29:14 GMT -5
Thrix lay on his side,not tired or in pain,just lying there,bored.His red orbs had lost it's normal glow and he seemed weak to the untrained eye.But,truthfully,muscles had become thicker,as his pelt had done,for the winter. It will be harsh this year.... Thrix thought sourly,and a soft rain pattered outside,mixing with snow to become a heavy hail.And where there was rain...usualy Storm was there to make it so.He sat up,listening and feeling the ice pound against his fur,but staying still.A smile inched it's way across his maw but he only let it go so far before standing and walking off into the shadows,looking back only once to the bald spot of dark ground where he had been sittiing moments before get covered with snow,and for a second,fear flickered in his eyes....
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