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Post by {{ Blur on Jan 18, 2009 18:35:55 GMT -5
You are walking. The clear blue sky stretches above you, and you can nearly see from horizon to horizon. There is, however, a forest in front of you, marring the view. It is colorful, but plain. Some areas have bright, luscious, jungle greenery, while the back is a murky blue of haunted woods. Fascinated, you approach. Suddenly, somebody is in front of you. It is a girl, a teenager. She’s scowling at you, and you hesitate – have you done something wrong? “I take it you’re going to take something from in here?” The girl asks demandingly. You stutter, “no, no, never! I was just looking, I don’t want - ” “Good”, she says, cutting you off. Then she grins, suddenly, all teeth and sparkles. “Come meet them, then.”
You follow her in confusion, and she hands you a tattered diary. It looks barely used, but so old. You start as you hear a snort, and look up to see a horse eyeing you warily. The girl goes over and gives her pat, looking at you pointedly. “It’s all in there, you know. By the way, my name is Blur, and these are my characters, horses.”
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Post by {{ Blur on Jan 18, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
The first horse you come across tosses her head up and glares at you. You nearly cower, but Blur grins, saying, "check her out in your book", so yo uare distracted as you glance down. It is relatively simple, with a picture of her (looking far less grumpy than she is now) and some scrawled letters. [/color] {Aorta Homeless, loveless, childless Dark Moody, depressed, snappy three dark, glossy, beautiful Her full page }
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