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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:55 pm
Rolling hills, beautiful emerald rolling hills. Nothing but grass and wind cover these hills, surrounded by plains with very few trees even there. The hills aren't all that steep, nothing to tire anyone out, but sticking out of the ground just enough to be classified as 'hill'.
It's there that Wulf loves to sit under a single tree on the very center hill; a tree with orange leaves, contrasting against the surrounding green earth and blue sky. He sits here, listens to the wind, tries to connect to his past self, and thinks about his life so far.
It's an odd day, though, when Wulf feels lonely in his thinking space...
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 7:26 pm
Walking with a spring in his step, Cyn'gus followed a familiar path along the ridge line of the hilly place. His guitarra slung on his back and a provisions sack swinging in hand, he made his way up and up to a hill with a tree on the top.
As he reached the summit, he found brother Wulf quietly sitting, looking out over the vista plains. Cyn'gus stopped and tilted his head to one side and observed him. Seeing that Wulf might enjoy some company, he slowly walked over and sat down under the tree and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out and presented an apple.
"Ice would always find me and throw fruit at me... I'll give you the opportunity to avoid being hit by produce."
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