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Post by shiowindedone on Jan 8, 2008 15:57:46 GMT -5
Cuerva nodded, loooking at the storm beginning to open up and start with the light drizzle. he then said "lovely plains in the south. I try to avoid them, as we can't see any predetors sneaking in the grass when we land for meals. Still lovely all the same." the crow began to groom itself and pulled out a few loose feathers from under its wing.
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