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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 10:17 pm
Umilele rested at the bank of the pond, a slender forepaw dipping into the cool liquid. The hundreds of stars were reflected on the surface, and her eyes lit up as she looked at the constellations. No matter how often she sat out and looked at the night sky, she could never get over her amazement, and after her discussion with the lion, she tried each night to find the shape of her ancestors up there. Once, she had caught the vague outline of a maned wolf's head, and each night she tried desperately to find it again.
Sighing, she looked back down towards her paws. A soft breeze ruffled her thick fur, and she closed her brilliant blue eyes, taking in the calm evening.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 10:59 pm
Not that Chamvi found too many of those. He was a handsome fellow, dark as coal with fetching lavender markings. Those pale purple eyes could win him a romp with a pretty girl, but they seldom got him out of the trouble that always followed. The sounds of baying behind him had long since faded away, but he kept up the pace in a frantic effort to put more space between them. At heart, the maned wolf was a coward and opportunist. 'The sleeze of the savannah' he'd once been called. Hey, if opportunity came knocking, why not snatch it up? And why stand and fight, when fleeing was so much less painful, and kept his immaculate pelt intact?
Slender black paws slapped the ground in a smooth, ground eating rythmn, right up until the point when they hit nothing but air... With a squeal of suprise, Chamvi found himself tumbling forward to meet cold wetness in the form of a pond, the water quickly parting only to close again over his head. Struggling up, his head broke the surface with a gasp for air and a high pitched whine.
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