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Post by Nyobe on Jan 23, 2005 21:48:54 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300] Nyobe was wandering through the blizzard. Her face felt frozen as she treaded through the storm. Her fur was whipped around and the wind stung her eyes. She dared to look up and saw a small den about two meters ahead. She tried to run, but the wind was too strong. Finally, she urged herslef to the den and walked in, feeling the warmth surround her. She sniffed the air and growled as she smelt aronther varg nearby...
((just pick up from there, Newbie...I mean Maryb ))[/glow]
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