Mocha
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Post by Mocha on Jul 4, 2006 11:20:55 GMT -5
Blade padded onto the land, it's foul smells attracted her. The deadwood drowned her sense of smell. And ideal place to live, despite the memories that she'd have to live with. She planted her paws firmly onto the ground and howled a smooth deep howl, almost that of a males but a tinge of feminine voice played along. Today, this terra would be hers.
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