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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 6:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 8:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 7:19 pm
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Nova scrambled, trying to get her feet under her while her brother dragged her. Terror kept her from being able to find her balance. All she could see were those teeth and claws. She let out helpless whimpers as she fell to the ground again.
Zahavah didn't hesitate at the sight of the skinwalker. The fearless little mare simply lowered her head and charged straight at him, letting out a battle cry that, under other circumstances, might have been cute.
Xanatos heard the shout and turned just in time to take those sharp horns to his front leg. The little mare didn't quite reach his chest, but she packed enough force to cause him to stumble a bit. With a snarl, he swiped at her with his good foreleg, sinking his claws into her side and propelling her away from him. Unfortunately, that leg was also holding him up, so he fell into a graceless heap and lost his grip on her, causing her to tumble into his snacks.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:26 pm
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Pavlov's pale eyes, brilliant blue and bloodshot on the best of days stared down the walker, his legs locked in place from a combination of fear and...okay, mostly fear. He was unable to move his legs but that was okay. For the moment he was serving as a barrier for his family and he could do that. If that was the last thing he did, and it Very well could be, he could do that.
"We need to leave," Wolfgang said quietly, stupidly really, he was stating the obvious. He pulled at Nova again trusting his mother to manage herself. He really wasn't sure what his father thought he was doing. His father, who was sometimes scared of his own reflection, was standing just feet from the walker and wasn't even mumbling his typical 'not there, not there..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 6:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 6:35 pm
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