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    i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
    WENDY BELL
    life is a maze and love is a riddle


    [color=#3F5050]student-- radicalclan -- very easy


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    A light and almost inaudible cough could be heard as the delicate creature ever so slowly, trotted along the decaying paths of the quiant little village. She had traveled far and after looking through different clans and the like, she now like this one due to the over all friendly and folky vibe it seemed to wave before your face. Her soft brown eyes fell upon one of the many beastly looking and vine coverd statues guarding the village and nearly thundered away, but, after checking to see if the thing was even a living being, she found it was as inanimate as a rock and heaved a hurried and not as truthful giggle. "G-got myself worked up o-o-over a st-st-taute. Hehe...."


    Shortly after this, she continued along her way until she reached an invisible boundary line that smelled strongly of, well, urine. "Oh...oh my.", she managed, before taking a few steps back and thus staying out of the range of the stuff. One short cough later and she was still standing there, quietly awaiting some one to notice the rather curious and lost looking filly who had wandered up to the place.
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    [shadow=black,left]LACRIMOSA ![/shadow]


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    [shadow=black,left]some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused[/shadow]

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    "Name and business, young one?" She called from up above. Lacrimosa figured that jumping down from her perch could scare the thing, and so opted to remain on her self-proclaimed throne, a high, naked branch, leaves having left it in preparation for winter.[/shadow][/justify][/fancypost]

    (c) FLICKER

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    i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
    WENDY BELL
    life is a maze and love is a riddle


    [color=#3F5050]student-- radicalclan -- very easy


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    One ear twitched at the sound of another's voice and frantically, she began to search the area for the source of the thing. Finally, those wide and childish orbs fell upon the speaker and she was a bit shocked to find that this lass was but a cougar.


    Well, didn't seem like this particular creature was stalking her with slitted pupils, so it was probably a heathy guess that she wasn't hungry at the moment or in any way hostile towards little fillies whom are named Wendy. The kiddo took one nervous gulp before finally shakily replying, "I-i-i'm Wendy B-bell, miss. I-i came to see if I c-c-could join."
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