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She slowly sinks to her knees, her eyes now the color of the evening sky at twilight, and the area around her settles into a dead silence except for the hum of the stepping stones....She leans back against the Oak tree, and blends into the bark, disappearing from sight......
The stones call to the banewolf, speaking to it in a language enticing to it's kind, sending into the wind it's call over and over........
[ 03-08-2004, 07:05 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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