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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:13 pm
The woods will die if you die. Better to get help and come back to put things right. *He kept going but the way was not easy. Not too far now just over that rise.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:18 pm
She was shaking badly. "We need to find some one to help then? What were those butterflies? What could...." she slid off his back, and song and words both stopped as she fell limp to the ground. Thankfully, however, the butterflies did not follow, though there was an eerie sense of being watched.
Let her recover, Fenril thought to herself, watching invisibly from a distance. And when she does, and she returns, she'll feed beautiful leafe to my minions again. Such a delicious little toy. and with that last thought, Fenril vanished, returning to the heart of the dark place she had created, refusing to admit, even to herself, just how lonely she was there.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:22 pm
*He was startled at the silence, both from her and from the woods around them. But he could not sense any danger around them and the butterfly demons things had not followed. using his farsight yet again he tried to see if trouble was heading their way. *
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:27 pm
Nothing. Then a sound erupted, loud and right beside him. A terrifying thing... until one realized that Xiao... was snoring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:32 pm
*well now, that was unexpected. For a little thing she sure was loud. Maybe he should check out the area for the basics. From the sound of it she will wake up very dry. But she did look cute curled up there, hope she doesn't wakeup stiff.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:35 pm
She lay there on the ground, dirty and wasted. her body was thin, like a dried up fruit, her mane and tail dull and lackluster. her breathing was thin, except for the snores.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:39 pm
*Now he was worried. There wasn't much around here to eat and he KNEW he would never get her anywhere she can get the help she needs. But he couldn't just leave her here on her own. Those butterfly things could come back any time now.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:43 pm
A small pony flittered though the sky and spiraled down when he... she.... it.. it saw them. It's head tilted as it circled, then hovered just over Xiao. "Thin small dull thing need wrapstuff!" Petelwing decreed, taking in a deep breath.
SNORE went Xiao.
"Much wrapstuff!" Petalwing decided, put off by the sound.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:49 pm
Now wait one cotton picking minete. you are not going to do anything to her. Just what is it you want to do anyway? What is wrapstuff and what will it do to her? * He was standing very protectively over her. She has been through enough.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:52 pm
"Petalwing make wrapstuff! Make thin small dull thing not make snorey snore noise and wake whole forest. Is good wrapstuff!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:57 pm
That doesn't tell me anything. Will help her get better.... Just what kind of a pony are you? I don't think I have ever seen anything like you...ever. Don't think I will let you hurt her in any way. * He didn't know why he was so protective of this strange little pony. He didn't even know her name. But he was deturmined that no harm would come to her*
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:01 pm
"Petalwing not ponything, Petalwing a preserver! make wrapstuff, remember, go home, and fetch beesweets and apple blossoms."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:10 pm
Beesweets? Beesweets? You mean honey? And apple blossoms? Food? Ypu willl get food for her? Yes, please if you would?
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:11 pm
"Petalwing fetch! Petalwing do!" She said happily before flitting off.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:17 pm
*Dotty stared after the strange little pony, wait it, he, she said that it wasn't a pony......just what was that thing. No it doesn't matter as long as it brings food for his charge. He looked down at her. How could someone as draned looking as her make such a loud sound? He was in awe.*
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