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Post by - b r i g a n t - on May 4, 2006 0:04:29 GMT -5
c h a r g e - f o r - t h e - l i g h t
Gold dusted youth picked through the frodescence, his stones lifted above a slim branch that lay accross his path, his steady three beat continuing as his fores reached the sod. He slowed to a two step, shoving his mug to the ground as nares flared, searching for anything worth finding.
s e e k - t h e - b r i l l i a n t - l i f e
Stones bore him to a wide log obstacle, too broad for him to clear. He extended his mug, then pulled it in and jumped back squealing. Stupid logs, hmph, I'll just go round. His thoughts rushed madly around his brain-box. He rushed at the logs then swerved to the side, snorting at it as he turned to find another way past.
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