Stavanger Bay Down to the river

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It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

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The howl drew her attention to the base where the coast began. Marching delicately yet deliberately, the Empress began her search for the pinpoint of the howler before the sea’s roar drowned it from existence. It was not long before sapphires landed over a particular wolf, something that looked more as a wolf through structure, but less of wolf through aesthetic feature. The color most especially. She momentarily attempted to decide whether this was a newcomer who had lost their way, or an enemy to alert of war. 
Ceruleans narrowed. 

Against the saltine sailing winds Akira brought herself confidently before this hybrid dog, her sealine orbs searching for reason before her mouth even dared to address the new face. 

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Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.

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