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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:27 pm
 Keiran
Will update this later, but Els has been called to log off for the week. crying
Stats
Intelligence: 33
Wisdom: 32
Dexterity: 33
Strength: 30
Charisma: 29
Constitution: 32
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:30 pm
It was a week or two after Halloween.
The wind was a howling, fearsome wildcat, enveloping any unfortunate in its grasp, sinking claws of icy cold through the thickest, furriest coat. And it was only November.
A puppy of faerie-like size stumbled through the fog of a stormy morning, seeking shelter. He shivered as he peered through the gloom. Though shiny and neat, his short, light brown fur offered little warmth or protection from the biting wind.
In the town nearby, cellophane candy wrappers and eerie tendrils of fake spiderwebs still littered streets and doorsteps, so the bright orange jack-o-lantern bags along the outskirts of the forest could easily have been some other trash, swept along by the wind. To a diminutive, half-frozen creature, it didn’t matter. The plastic and paper, meant to hold pounds of sugary snacks, offered a bit of shelter form the weather.
With only the slightest hesitation, the tiny puppy clambered in. The air was still cold, but here the wind could not reach him. Contented with his lot, he curled up and slept.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:31 pm
Muffled footsteps sounded through the fog, which had grown thicker when the cold winds continued on east. Several figures made their way along the edge of the forest, feeling more than seeing through the dense greyness.
In an orange bag among several others just like it, a small form stirred. The presence of humans would normally send his kind scampering into the forest, but he was loathe to leave his snug little bag…
A sudden slight lurch startled him awake again. More curious than afraid, he stood on his hind legs to poke his slender nose out of the bag--
Right into the face of a human!
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