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Date Posted: 21:52:09 12/15/02 Sun
Author: Taz
Subject: Slowly Returning...

-Gingerly, painstakingly, Taz made his way up Widows Peak towards his den, hidden deep in the treacherous, yet beautiful snow-coated landscape. Grunting and wincing as tinges of pain shot through him as he moved his body into certain positions necessary to get up the peaks and to his den. Though he was in pain practically all the way up, and almost to exhausted from the fight to get all the way up to his den, he had a smug smirk of great evil satisfaction on his face. He had done it-he had defeated Oaken. It took him longer than he had expected, and he came out a little more beat up than he thought he would, but he had defeated him. He had defeated Oaken, and that was all that mattered to him. Letting out a great sigh of relief when he saw the entrance to his den, he slowly half limped in, making sure to slide the flat slab of rock that covered his door back into place so the snow would dust over it and make it look like just any other part of the peaks. He winced slightly as he slid himself into a small warm-spring pool in the back of his den. The warm water stinging and turning almost dark pink with the blood from his cuts being washed out and off of his fur. Soaking for a while until he was content, and the pain was as gone as it was going to be, he got out, shook himself off, and flopped down onto a thick pile of warm furs, almost instananeously drifting off into sleep, exhausted from the fight...-

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