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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:21 pm
The daytime was never very interesting for Crime, since her hobby required darkness. So she spent most of her day’s sleep, or preparing her gear for that evening.
But this day she had no plans for the evening, having chosen to take a night off. she lounged around the forest, A warn gray fabric bag hanging from her paw, large oil colored feathered wings folded firmly against her back, wandering slowly about, picking up interesting rocks, Or items that she found on the ground to collecting them into her bag.
As the creature she was themed after, she was an excellent scavenger. Taking special interest in shiny solid objects.
Above head, flapping from tree to tree, her friend Poe would make himself known occasionally.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:57 pm
 Morgana loved the night time. It was her time to sing her songs of death and life to the stars and to dance under the moonlight. Currently her voice carried in the wind as she flew through the forest, her eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:05 am
it was the scream of Poe that first attracted Crime's attention to the sky. having been lost in her own head, she had not noticed a soft tune that she was now fully aware of.
it seemed to be unnerving for Poe, as he had seen the source of the music, and dove down to join Crime beneath the trees, perching uneasily on her shoulder.
having a natural curiosity for the unexplained, Crime was not detoured so easily. keeping as silent as she could, she spread the large feathers wings on her back, crouching down slowly, and with a powerful beat of her wings she took off into the night sky, soaring easily over the forest, beady masked eyes scanning below until she found a most peculiar sight... what looked like a skeleton, dancing in the moonlight.
her head jerked to the side sharply as she thought about this for a moment more, wondering if she was just seeing it wrong. but even as she landed in the bushes hiding from the creature, she was not able to dismiss what she was seeing
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:15 am
Morgana continued her singing and dancing about in the air and finally she plopped herself down on the ground, close to the bushs where the others were hiding. She idly started licking at her paw, cleaning off the blood that always flowed from the eternal cuts.
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