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Post by XxPainful PastxX on Aug 15, 2006 15:45:06 GMT -5
Shakra sat in the springs, mist spewing onto his above-surface fur. Blood dripped apon the water soon disapeared. A gash engraved onto his shoulder stuck out pretty well. It soon healed over yet pain was still left behind after he jumped out. The magic of the healing springs.
How he got it? Tresspassing on unmarked terra. -Stupid Newbie Alphas dont know how to mark territory..- he thought to himself. He shook off water, still damp from the mist that spewed up from the water. He sat and soon layed down on the solid ground half in the water half out. He swished his paw in a circle. He wondered if anyone else was coming here. For so much danger in one land, almost a pack should be here. He wondered why not.
He let out a howl of sorrow, pain and lonelyness. He stood and shook off the remaining water and walked/limped to the shade of a tree near the spring. Why not rest for a bet for the pain to stop. He soon dozed off listening to the sounds of the Healing spring and forest. Though after awhile he went into deep slumber a.k.a. unconcious. His ears flattened and his tail curled around his backlegs and soon he entered his own little dream world.
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