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Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 19, 2008 20:41:43 GMT -5
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Delilah moved quietly through the meadow, enjoying the wildflowers. She yawned, wondering what would happen next. The femme sniffed a bluebell, her gray fur glittering silver in the setting sun. She decided to sit down and rest. She had traveled a long way to get here.
The female rogue lay down, causing the flowers to tower over herself. Someone had let these overgrow and they were so beautiful. She turned on to her back, wondering as she always did. She hoped something would happen soon so she's have something to do. "Sooooo booooored," she whined to herself. She caught the stem of a wildlower between her toes and brought it closer to herself so she could scent it.
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