04-28-2008, 09:42 PM
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<style="color:#768894">Cream colored pelt shined brightly in the sunlight as she used a knife to carve a new flute into from a piece of drift wood. She chose that kind of wood because it was pretty in color, and the aroma that came from it smelled like the salt water from the seas. She hummed a little celtic tune as the cedar trees stood behind her. They bordered her home as she sat there carving away. She sat in the middle of a group of marigolds. Their colors ranged from yellows, oranges, reds and pinks as she carved chunk after chunk off. Then, she felt something hit her head as she looked up. Clouds had gathered over her and the sun had now been blocked out. It had begun to rain. It seemed like it was gonna be another day like the other blustery days that she had experienced before. Oh well. Getting up, she carefully stepped over the marigolds and shifted into the cedar trees. As she did, she could see the bears eating what berries and grasses they could. They had finally come out of hibernation and was now eating among the grasses and such to gain the nutrients they had lost in the wintertime. She even watched as they digustingly ate cockroaches and other such bugs they would find in old rotten logs that laid among the forest floor. She could not watch them. Faking like she was gagging, she headed out of the area and decided to go some where else where she would not have to hear the crunching and squishing of blood guts.
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Shadowed Sun Game words will be in bold.
<style="color:#768894">Cream colored pelt shined brightly in the sunlight as she used a knife to carve a new flute into from a piece of drift wood. She chose that kind of wood because it was pretty in color, and the aroma that came from it smelled like the salt water from the seas. She hummed a little celtic tune as the cedar trees stood behind her. They bordered her home as she sat there carving away. She sat in the middle of a group of marigolds. Their colors ranged from yellows, oranges, reds and pinks as she carved chunk after chunk off. Then, she felt something hit her head as she looked up. Clouds had gathered over her and the sun had now been blocked out. It had begun to rain. It seemed like it was gonna be another day like the other blustery days that she had experienced before. Oh well. Getting up, she carefully stepped over the marigolds and shifted into the cedar trees. As she did, she could see the bears eating what berries and grasses they could. They had finally come out of hibernation and was now eating among the grasses and such to gain the nutrients they had lost in the wintertime. She even watched as they digustingly ate cockroaches and other such bugs they would find in old rotten logs that laid among the forest floor. She could not watch them. Faking like she was gagging, she headed out of the area and decided to go some where else where she would not have to hear the crunching and squishing of blood guts.
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