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Subject: **The vixen studies the charred stup for a moment, unsure of what its purpose is besides a signal. She shrugs and continues on the path they are creating for themselves, padding along quietly. (OOC: Is it day or night? I was under the impresion it was daylight...) The droning of insects make a soft music in the still air, broken occasionally by the sounds of the stream babbling behind them.** Author: Aislynn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 06:46:30 03/13/02 Wed In reply to: Aislynn 's message, "**She is silent, but nods sagely as she slips into the trees in front of her friend. Her bright eyes are wide awake as she looks from side to side and into the trees above her head, watching for any movment about her. She knows Rio will tell her more when the time is right**" on 12:05:39 03/12/02 Tue [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date OOC: Sort of, dusk is a bit more accurate BIC: **Slipping silenty through the woods the young vole's whisker twitch nervously. The lowering night distorts the shadows, the tall oak trees seem twisted, deformed to his one-eyed vision. Knowing his fears are unfounded he flexes his claws over the handle of his sword. He can hear the red vixen's breath close behind him and with a curse slows down.** Bio t'dark gates, we makes a lot o' noise breat'in. Best stop for a rest oi'd say. On'y a short one t'ough. **With a nod back to camp he fixes his gaze in his friend.** Oi gets a feelin' we'll be needed ba' dere raight smartly don' 'oo? (NT) Rio 05:53:09 03/14/02 Thu