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Post by RekKa on Mar 21, 2008 12:35:05 GMT -5
You're running through the redwood forests with your old pack. The night is clear and crisp, and the moon is full and bright.
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Post by Jack Logan on Mar 22, 2008 1:22:41 GMT -5
Jack feels cool and collected, enjoying just being out and running. The air has a particular smell here in Ireland, refreshing and moist, a hint of moss every now and then. He can hear the crickets and night birds, feel the pine needles crunch under his paws as he runs. Tis a glorious night!
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Post by RekKa on Mar 22, 2008 16:47:27 GMT -5
You follow Michael into a clearing, and he stops to roll around in the grass. "'Ain't home, but sure is nice here!"
Your eyes wander to the sky. There must be some sort of meteor shower tonight, because there are a ton of shooting stars out tonight.
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Post by Jack Logan on Mar 23, 2008 10:14:45 GMT -5
"Ooh, look a' the sky! There's hunneds of 'em!" He'll sit back on his haunches and stare. Something about the sky and stars nags the back of his mind, but he doesn't bother trying to figure it out.
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Post by RekKa on Mar 23, 2008 14:40:07 GMT -5
It isn't obvious at first, but you notice that the moon that once filled the land with her light is now gone from the sky.
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Post by Jack Logan on Mar 24, 2008 0:07:02 GMT -5
"Oi! That's odd. Where's Luna gone to? Usually when she's new I'm in Crinos. What gives?" A vague red light starts to appear in the back of his mind, and Jack shivers.
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Post by RekKa on Mar 24, 2008 11:14:28 GMT -5
As you look to the silvery trails of dust in the sky, your heart sinks... as if you realize what it is for just a moment...
You're jolted awake by the sound of gunfire. Rejoin the main thread.
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