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Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on September 20, 2011 at 05:09:56 AM by Darcia

Darcia ran swiftly from Ice Pack. He was meeting Juliet at noon at Traydon River. He had scarcely thought of anyone else since thier first meeting. He had been a zombie in the pack, She kept dancing through his thoughts. The fairly large, well-muscled white brute ran swiftly through the trees towards the river. He would be right on time. His yellow eyes scanned everything. He didnt miss a beat. leaping logs, dodging trees, swiftly scaling any rock outcroppings just for the challenge, he made his way forward. His paws dug into the soft loam he knew he was close. The ground got softer the closer he got. Still firm enough to fight on but softer none the less.

As he got closer he could smell the river. The faint fish smell. The fish in the river were a delicacy after all, but they did smell. and then, intermingled in the river scent, he smelt her. His Juliet. Spurring himself faster he approached the log along the clearing where they had first met. Running towards it he dug his paws in and leaped strait up and over it. As he cleared it his eyes locked onto her, her radience. He landed in a crouch with a dull thud. Straitening up his eyes never left hers. He wasnt even out of breathe. His endurence, his muscles, his general fitness, were at thier peak.

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+~Carefree~+ - By Juliet September 24, 2011 at 07:01:47 PM
- :|:Bad:|:Luck:|: - By Darcia September 25, 2011 at 05:44:05 AM
  - +~Carefree~+ - By Juliet September 29, 2011 at 11:36:49 AM

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