06-27-2012, 07:17 PM
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Night was falling and Aro Marino ran through the Casa territory. He wasn't going to miss it. There were flowers he found the other day, and he swore they were dead as a door nail, but later that night he saw them and there were as alive as ever. He wanted to see if his theory was right. There was something up with those flowers! His heart pounded as he came to the scene of death. "Yup Dead as a nail!" He panted, all fours sprawled out as he tried to catch his breath. Licking his lips he sat down and stepped out of the pack he was carrying. Next moment he was shifting forms, his eyes looking at the slowly descending sun. It was going to be an hour from now that the sun was to set, but he was going to set up and relax.
Standing tall now he took his sword from the pack, his belt and the cleaning oils. He had time to kill and his smaller blades wouldn't clean themselves now..
The young man also pulled out some jerky he made, a good snack while he worked, maybe later he'd find something else to fill his tummy, but for now, he wasn't moving from this spot.
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Night was falling and Aro Marino ran through the Casa territory. He wasn't going to miss it. There were flowers he found the other day, and he swore they were dead as a door nail, but later that night he saw them and there were as alive as ever. He wanted to see if his theory was right. There was something up with those flowers! His heart pounded as he came to the scene of death. "Yup Dead as a nail!" He panted, all fours sprawled out as he tried to catch his breath. Licking his lips he sat down and stepped out of the pack he was carrying. Next moment he was shifting forms, his eyes looking at the slowly descending sun. It was going to be an hour from now that the sun was to set, but he was going to set up and relax.
Standing tall now he took his sword from the pack, his belt and the cleaning oils. He had time to kill and his smaller blades wouldn't clean themselves now..
The young man also pulled out some jerky he made, a good snack while he worked, maybe later he'd find something else to fill his tummy, but for now, he wasn't moving from this spot.
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