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 Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 4:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 4:10 pm
Tilyr layed down under a tree in the neutral area of the flock, removing his scarf to relieve him of the vicious summer heat. It was way too hot for such an adornment, but it the only reminder he had of his time before the flock, and he loathed to set it anywhere in fear it would get taken or lost. Long ago, it used to smell of his sister, but that had long faded. He rubbed his face into the fabric and gave a deep sigh.
His apathy was beginning to wear on him, but he didn't know what he wanted to do about it. Even the more pleasant aspects of his life were fading into memory; most the sisters had prettier, newer, shinier baubles to play with now; so Tilyr had a lot of free time on his hooves. He rolled over in the cool shade of the tree, watching the leaves dance in the branches above him.
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