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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 5:31 pm
((An rp between myself and Myst. Please do not post. Though if you wish to read you are welcome to.))  
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 5:54 pm
It seemed overnight she had changed physically yet she could not explain it. How could eating one little fruit do this to her? Fruit was now on her sworn to never eat list especially if it could make her have more hair on her feet, lose two tail feathers and gain three flakes. There was no telling what it could do if she ate another but she wasn't about to try it. She hated losing her beloved tailfeathers but at least now she wouldn't feel self consicious about not having flakes she'd just feel weird only having one tailfeather. She couldn't seem to win for losing.
With the dawn finally breaking on the savannah Megan was happy to finally see the sun after the night she'd had. She'd almost feared she would die during the changing the fruit made. She was glad to finally feel the warmth of the morning sun, she was still alive. Though whether that was a blessing or a curse still remained up in the air.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:04 pm
The silver fur shone in the faint morning light upon the savanna. Dark blue eyes scanned the terrain around her, face semi-serious. Partly because she was in deep thought, and partly due to lack of sleep from the thoughts and visions. Her ears flick, causing her flakes to bounce gently.
As she stared about the horizon, a strange form was in the distance. It had the coat markings of one she had met briefly before in her travels. Upon closer inspection, Kione couldn't help the gasp in her thought. Could it be that same insecure lioness? Megan? The shaman called out, tail flicking in curiosity.
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