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Post by lynx'' on May 16, 2008 5:37:50 GMT -5
C H A O S
You could spill a thousand words and none would mean a thing...
Winter was here, and it had arrived without warning. Chaos rasied his dished dial to the sky, his eyes were narrowed, and nostrils flared. He could smell th danger that was fast approching. Masses of dark clouds thundered over the realm, they were crawling low, casting the woods in shadows. Again, Choa s snorted in disgrace and shook his head. A mighty call was released to all the members in the Hollow Wodds herd. They needed to come, and fast. Before the storm arrived.
Thank god they had shelter, and plenty of it. Already, the passing rain had flooded the river, the sandy shore had disappeared under the fast flowing current f the river. The bottom meadow had flooded, along with the meadows. Yet, they had the thicket, a 'den' for the herd, it was the perfect place for them. So clustered together wth trees, that he douted even the slight raindrops would reach them. There, the herd would reside until the coming storm had passed, there was little food, but there was some, they could poke out there heads to reach the blades of grass in the meadow, and when they needed a drink, he would have to escort them down to the flooded river.
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