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 Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 11:11 pm
{Oh, no you di'n't!} : rp between [Sir Dude] (yeomso) and [The Libra] (Tenko72) Glade:: Flyterion Glades Setting:: Fall. Dead of night. So windy that flying is impossible and staying upright on the ground is difficult.  
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 11:33 pm
The Libra was stirred from her slumber in her burrow. She woke up with a mighty yawn in the middle of the night and half asleep, mumbled, "What time is it?" Then, she rolled from side to side until she ended up on her feet. She groggily made her way to the exit, stuck her head out of the hole, and looked around. She was disappointed by what she saw. "It's still dark. It's not morning, yet. What's with that racket?"
She saw the trees outside bend in the whistling wind and occasionally it would break their branches with a loud snap. "Ah, so it was just the wind. Hmmm, I can't go to sleep now, so I might as well make the most of it."
She had planned to go for a nice, leisurely fly in the moonlight, but when she flew, she could not control where she went. The wind tossed her around like its plaything. She crashed against a tree branch and broke it. Then, she was thrown onto the ground, where her body was dragged for a few seconds, leaving a trail in the dirt behind her. Finally, a rock stopped her.
She rolled over flat onto her back and looked up at a maple tree. One of its multicolored leaves flew off in the breeze. "There goes another one." She had given up. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew she had lost. There was no use in fighting nature. It would win. It always won.
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