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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 4:41 pm
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...To go...not to go...to go...not to go. One hand, she was an elder, and one did not anger an elder. Other hand, he would be diving right back into dating which could leave to love and...he knew very well what love did. A wonderful feeling, it did all he feared in distracting him, and in the end, leaving the male with an ache he daren't speak of. Everyone knew he had loved Fre, his daughter Dyas was proof of that. Everyone though assumed that since he never wanted it in the first place, that it was easy to let go. And wouldn't it be hypocritical of him to do this while he forbade Dyas from dating to save her from the pain of heartbreak? But, on the other side, he did like Jazz. Always had. And she was an elder, surely understanding of his drive to become one, something Fre had never completely accepted. Other side, dating was used time better spent training. Then again, he had promised her that he would come. Then again, he didn't actually promise anything. To go...not to go...to go...not to-Oh hell he was already at the bar! The male stopped, blinking up at the building in awed surprise. He had been walking home from visiting Tartara! The male sighed before taking a deep breath before pushing inside. Here went...his sanity.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 8:16 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 5:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 5:18 pm
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He slightly smiled, an action he surprisingly had no control of. "Well, we certainly can't get there on a giant mocking bird, but I can..." Without a second thought, mentally a second ball formed. More shadows pulled together, two mounds shifting, turning. The second however, was smaller. And soon, it began to take a form, gaining wings and a shape little bigger then a fist. The shadow'd bird fluttered onto his shoulder, perching there to watch the slower formation of the old stallion from so long ago. Back at that day, when he and jazz had run into the squirrel. It pawed at the ground, shaking its great black head. And Raken opened his eyes. He walked over to the elder, holding a finger to the creature on his shoulder to coax it onto a finger, then hold it out for the female. "I wonder if a mockingbirds song, is as sweet as yours."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 5:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 9:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:05 am
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