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Date Posted: 18:56:22 11/17/09 Tue
Author: Lyla
Subject: -*High Alert*-
In reply to: Ronon 's message, "..::Outlaw Torn::.." on 17:13:52 11/17/09 Tue

The crescent moon was illuminating the dark weeds that marched proudly to the woods. Even though it was dim, it shone radiantly off her white pelt. It made her an easy target and her small size gave others the advantage. But she was enjoying their cat and mouse game. But as suddenly as it had begun, she lost sight of Ronon because she could no longer find his sloped towers in the grass. Lyla felt a tinge of fear from the prey standpoint. If Ronon wanted, he could kill Lyla. She glanced wildly around for him and stood stock still. Maybe that’s why he’d lured her to the wild? Her legs shook as the realization of the danger set in. She held her breath.
Then as quickly as the panic had come, it left. There! He had stood up and her brown eyes met his again. But she was picking up on the body language as he stood in front of her, covering her frame with his own. She ducked lower to the ground, her belly brushing the stray green blades. “Ronon?” She kept her voice lower but her profile lower. Something was wrong. She lifted her nose only slightly and tested the air but smelled nothing of value.


(YAY! RONON! Lyla <3s him)

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