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At the sub territory of Lover's Grove: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13301&pid=167796#pid167796
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In tough times like these it was important to take notice of the minor things that betrayed evidence of a return to normalcy. In this instance it was the unexpected stumbling across of a quaint little grove that was tucked at the base of the mountain. Lover's Grove, which was far from its prime in these days of famine and rot, was truly a sight for Em's sore eyes.
Little buds of red and pink shimmered under the morning sunlight that was dimmed by the cloud cover of impending storms. They seemed eager for the impending drink, their tiny petals turns upright, and in their fragile state the Odolf felt a surge of hope that placed teardrops at the corners of her eyes. Marcus was wrong. It was not the end of days. The Exodus was not upon them.
She caught a scant, disembodied whisper in the background behind her. She could not discern its message but she knew the tone...the familiarity of it urging her to step deeper into this budding paradise of rosy jubilation. His Exodus could not reach her.
At least...not here.
At the sub territory of Lover's Grove: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13301&pid=167796#pid167796
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In tough times like these it was important to take notice of the minor things that betrayed evidence of a return to normalcy. In this instance it was the unexpected stumbling across of a quaint little grove that was tucked at the base of the mountain. Lover's Grove, which was far from its prime in these days of famine and rot, was truly a sight for Em's sore eyes.
Little buds of red and pink shimmered under the morning sunlight that was dimmed by the cloud cover of impending storms. They seemed eager for the impending drink, their tiny petals turns upright, and in their fragile state the Odolf felt a surge of hope that placed teardrops at the corners of her eyes. Marcus was wrong. It was not the end of days. The Exodus was not upon them.
She caught a scant, disembodied whisper in the background behind her. She could not discern its message but she knew the tone...the familiarity of it urging her to step deeper into this budding paradise of rosy jubilation. His Exodus could not reach her.
At least...not here.
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white walls - by Emily - June 01, 2016, 11:00 AM
RE: white walls - by Aveline - June 01, 2016, 07:31 PM
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RE: white walls - by Aveline - June 01, 2016, 08:55 PM
RE: white walls - by Emily - June 01, 2016, 09:49 PM
RE: white walls - by Aveline - June 02, 2016, 06:12 PM
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RE: white walls - by Aveline - June 02, 2016, 10:17 PM