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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 6:55 pm
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_____Sirius wore his pelt on his back today. The moon would soon be full and he would not be caught without it. Although he hated what he had become, what he was cursed with carrying, he was of few and in his depths he was proud that he was carrying the curse. __The sun did not relent for those cursed though, so Sirius had to keep to the forests, and from his walking before dawn, he was trapped in a popular foaling area, which he had not planned. __Sirius did not have a problem with foals, it was their over protective mothers, and pregnant ones. From legends and tales, all skinwalkers were evil, not gifts from the gods as go betweens of the canine and equus world, so he was left to walk through places were others hated and were afraid of him. Which he was now used to. And today he was certain he'd meet at least one unrelenting mother.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:50 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 6:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:04 pm
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"Yes cursed." Sirius stepped forward. Images flashed through his mind. But the word children and family taunted him. He tried to imagine children, Glow Heart, quiet and thoughtful and nervous? He couldn't see it, he couldn't handle it. His system was overloaded with thoughts, his previous love and admiration of Glow Heart turning into hate, angry hate. "You could have been cursed too, you know that right? Why me, why was I cursed?!" His voice rose, a growl echoing and sending birds fleeing. "I could have stayed with you, and been part of your family! But look at this, look at my pelt, smell the death and the decay! I'm not a Soquili any more! I'm part dog, part wolf! A bloody abomination!" Sirius yelled, teeth becoming sharper. "When we first met, did you feel that feeling? Like the wind was tickling your insides?" He couldn't actually say the word happy... It seemed too difficult now.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:24 pm
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