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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:12:22 GMT -5
As they worked 6 stayed far away from the others, pulling up burnt grass and picking up droppings.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:14:21 GMT -5
A little noise was heard a bit away from him, rustling coming from a bush.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:17:00 GMT -5
6 didn't notice as he got closer to it, picking up some more grass.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:18:45 GMT -5
A little snout poked from the bushes, a little terror that had gotten knocked out from the previous night and plopped in the bush.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:22:03 GMT -5
He knelt down to get some more grass and froze seeing it.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:30:02 GMT -5
It stared at him before flicking its tongue out, licking the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:32:46 GMT -5
He tensed but didn't yell out.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:36:24 GMT -5
It limped out of the bush, it's back leg having a huge gash in it.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:37:25 GMT -5
He frowned "Poor little guy." He held his hand out to it a bit.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:45:46 GMT -5
It stared at his hand, sniffing it a little before nuzzling up to it. It jolted as a rock landed next to it, accidentally flaming 6's hand before flying off as best it could.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 18:46:35 GMT -5
6 jumped back and looked over to see who threw that.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 29, 2010 18:49:51 GMT -5
8 dusted off his hands," pesky dragons."
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 29, 2010 22:24:53 GMT -5
6 glared at him a bit before walking even farther away, holding his now burnt hand close.
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Post by ginchimera on Mar 30, 2010 7:05:05 GMT -5
The terror had stopped just a little ways away, licking at it's leg a little.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Mar 30, 2010 14:08:52 GMT -5
He stopped at a small stream and set his hand in the water.
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