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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 12:01 am
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Username: Cynnybun Kin: Optional Story: He hadn't set out to have such an impromptu fling. After finding out about Daydreamer's second clutch, Feather had mixed feelings. He didn't blame her, and certainly didn't hate her for it, but... He did not feel betrayed exactly, but rather disappointed and forlorn. This mysterious doe was only too happy to provide the comfort he needed.
Username: Cynnybun Kin: Optional Story: On a night with no reason to stand sentinel, Stare found himself bored and almost vibrating with restlessness. What better way to pass the time than in the company of a lovely doe?
Username: Cynnybun Kin: Optional Story: Though she was hesitant at first, Desire could not help being swept up in this mysterious buck's adventurous plans. He was charismatic, and lively, and Desire simply couldn't say no.
Username: Cynnybun Kin: Optional Story: That night, Dewdrop was not concerned with what the dead had to say.
Username: Cynnybun Kin: Optional Story:
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