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Post by ././Natasha/./. on Jul 29, 2006 9:45:31 GMT -5
The mid day soon broke, maybe closer to noon, the weather was not so bad, she soon trtooted into the land, her piebald pelt of brown and white dulled from her prevous roll, she soon shook her pelt and looked out at the lands.
A few lands she knew she never wanted to step in she soon came to this land one called daisy lake, she spottted the lake, her orbs wide and her maw began to move, she had not drank for a few days. She was a wonderer and soon looked and ran toward the water, she ran into the deep lake and soon dipped her tiarra into the water and began to drink, drinking for a long time. Her whipcord was floating upon the water and her auds swirling. The calling of this dove was Vanillia Beam or Vanillia for short. She had never sung her soneg just yet. As water dripped from her maw she cried out and when to drinking.
ooc: She can get captured if you wish
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