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Post by Nyobe on Feb 5, 2005 17:51:54 GMT -5
The fawn shivered at the thought, "We cannot make bonds...like that. From birth we are taken away from our mothers and left to, well, do you really want to know?" The fawn's high squeaky voice returned as he asked this question. Nyobe gazed down at the fawn as she got up, scenting something supicious, "What exactly do you mean? Right at birth all of the males are taken?" She looked at Falstaf with a horrostruck look, still confused about the whole thing... (*dances* I'm back! WOOT! )
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Post by Falstaf on Feb 6, 2005 11:04:33 GMT -5
Falstaf gave a bewilderd look at Nyobe. She watched the mall fawn rise to her feet and she suddenly thought of things she had never reeally realized. How starnge the Herla were now a days. How very starnge.... Useless attempts of sacrifice and horror. She shook her head sadly and continued to look the fawn staright in the eye, "Would you explain furhter, little one?", she said kindly, for she truely wanted to know.
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