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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:43 am
Sevenchu Grove
Certainly the smallest of the three largest and definitely the least visited grove. Sevenchu holds many mysteries within it, laying at the heart of Abar Forest. This grove lays between a thick amount of trees, mostly pines and other hardy species of wood. The watering hole is somewhat tainted, so wolves claim, and many whisper of evil the comes from this place.
On a full moon many often refer to Sevenchu as being haunted and tales float around of how the trees and toadstools talk to the wary traveler that must drink from the murky waters.
Some of the more courageous (maybe crazy) wolves stay in this area to meditate.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 12:58 pm
Zero moved through the forest carefully, steps pressing light against the ground. He was moving quickly for how quiet his steps came, though he was rather graceful and small for a male, adult wolf. His ears were perked and his eyes never rested on anything around him for too long, he was on the look out for danger!
He mentally groaned when Sevenchu came into view. He had a feeling he'd end up at this grove. He may have been intelligent, he may have been graceful but he had no directional sense at all! The hair on the back of his neck bristled as he slunk forward to the murky, almost green waters in the hole ahead.
Did he really want to drink from this gross place again? He stood up fully and shook off after realizing no one else was there. His tongue hung slightly from his mouth as he panted. He was hot... and probably dehydrated.
He swallowed and moved forward, leaning his face down to the water.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:58 pm
Eudora often told herself to sit still, to only go to territories that were familiar to her. It was a reasonable request, really. It prevented her from getting lost, from coming upon some unknown experience, from making some mistake she'd later regret. Now, there wasn't really a big mistake one could make in exploring, but it seemed, at least to the femme, that everything had a way of either going right or wrong.
Today was one of those days where she decided not to listen to herself. It was a rare occasion, actually. She could get lost, attacked, hurt, could go hungry, all of the things she normally thought. Something else within her countered this. Exploring unknown areas would add to her knowledge of these lands.
So, as it were, she was creeping along, trying to remain as silent as possible. At times, she felt as though she had been there before, as though it were familiar in some way. Once she found herself coming upon a large watering hole, it dawned on her. It was Sevenchu, from the stories.
Ah yes, the stories. The stories of talking plants and disgusting water. Water which another wolf was apparently about the drink. Approaching as soundlessly as possible, she immediately stopped as a twig snapped under her back paw.
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