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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 1:39 pm
Art stopped and looked down at her belly where he pointed. A little bit of mud was running down it but there was indeed a silver crescent shape with two dots seemingly there as a part of her skin "Dun e'ry body gots one?" she asked Oak, not knowing was a birthmark was, let alone that this was hers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:29 pm
Oak twisted his head back and forth looking all over his body that wasn't covered in mud or clothing.
"I don't have that on me." The boy shrugged his shoulders. Causing a few flakes of mud and leaves to drop off and hit a few of tiny puddles that surrounded the two of them.
"Did some one put it on you?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 12:05 am
Art shook her head, normally she would have worried about such a thing but she loved it in such a way that it was uniquely hers, and it was pretty to boot. "No it always been dhere."
She gave a smirk at oak, "It dun matter tho." she said as she threw another bit of mud at Oak. "Wanna climb out and explores the rest of here?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:20 am
Oak nodded with a half smile across his face. Something about that pattern on her skin just didn't seem right to him, but what was it to him to be concerned. Oak just shook the thought from his head and picked himself up off the ground. Sweeping away any remaining mud that had yet slimed it's way down from his wooden body and onto the muddy floor. Good thing the boy didn't have to wear shoes, other wise his guardian would be furious to his the wild mud tracks.
Oak pulled himself up and out of the hole. Using some burley roots that maze themselves through the soil. "Where to Art?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:25 pm
Art shrugged and got back up on her feet. "Up?"
She didn't wear shoes, but her whole outfit was soiled with mud. Not that she cared, still thinking that something magical usually cleaned them for her.
The soil was hard to scale but digging her hands in seemed to work just fine. Occasionally she'd grad a root or two that was sticking out. Deciding that climbing is far more difficult than sliding into the hole Art decided that next time she went down, she'd stay longer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:13 am
Oak reached down with a hand and offered some help getting out of the hole to Art. A smile was planted on his face.
"Art, I think it's time to head home. It's starting to get dark and I think Kyo is starting to wonder where I'm at."
Oak nodded his head.
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