Deepwood Weald The dark that creeps, shadows seep

among the shadows was where he made his keep - darkness surrounded him and he had let it fall where it may. a moonlit crown of wilted roses.

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he pursued a rabbit that dare have the courage to turn and face its predator, un upheaval to the natural order that sent him in a ruthless snarl. in a test of strength, the rabbit was felled, no match for its pursuer. it was swiftly made work of, the remains a heap of bone and torn fur, a man licking his muzzle at his easy victory.

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the warden looked upon the landscape and saw a fair maiden - now this couldn't stand, no. fliaithri took his approach on small paws; an angry expression, eyebrows furrowed.

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who be you? he started.