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Post by fox on Sept 21, 2005 0:39:06 GMT -5
Twist made his way slowly between the water-logged tree's, filling sensetive nares with the scent of water. How good that word sounded.
"Water." The brujo said it just to hear it, appreciating how refreshing the lyrics and sounds were on his hoarse unused voice. One thing. He wasn't even thirsty! At that thought a rough but pleasant chuckle tumbled from his maw and his pace speeded slightly, dappled tan/blue coat rippling along the muscular bodice and boa, slight padding the only sound of his arrival though deep footprints were left in the boggy peat. 'maybe I can find a home here . . .'
"Someone? Anyone?" He hearkened, slowing his pace once more so that should anyone come, finding him would be possible.
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