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| Topic Started: Nov 15 2008, 10:23 AM (177 Views) | |
| Corpel | Nov 15 2008, 10:23 AM Post #1 |
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The sun beating down on the sands of the dunes over which the young lass traveled; her clothing more tattered and torn than it had ever been before. It was a hopeless battle she fought; her own body was her enemy now. Being the host to three different independent forces put a great strain on her; so much so that she would have gladly collapsed in the sands and be washed away by them and die quietly just to end the misery she found herself having to live through. Corpel could still feel the three sides of her fighting for dominance of her weak and frail form, none of them able to win out over each other, giving her a constant confused state of mind. The heat of the day helped her little, it drained her of what little energy she possessed and she felt her legs beginning to feel frail and weak beneath her. Constant transformations and psychological battles had done nothing for her personal health and her physical well-being had deteriorating more rapidly by the day. Corpel felt herself slipping with each passing moment that she traveled through these seeming never-ending sands. The girl collapsed, finally unable to keep herself going at all and slipped into unconsciousness; glad and almost hoping that no one ever came across her body. Few were so unwise as to travel in the dunes. |
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| TuRea | Feb 8 2009, 02:07 AM Post #2 |
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unwise is many times, often as not, the word somebody would use to describe TuRea on first impression, but since he really was able to take care of himself, he wasn't too worried about anything that was thrown his way. After having had a breakfast of fish, TuRea had made his way lazily away from the shore. Traveling in that uncanny way wolves have of crossing many miles of land in a short period of time, The Anthro came upon a most unusual scene. He reverted from his wolfen form, to the mixed appearance he preferred, and watched from slightly afar as he witnessed a small girl stumble about and fall to the dune floor unconcious. Well, I just can't leaver her out there like this, it's pretty dang hot out here. Her thought as he walked over to the girl. He looked down at her, trying to assess the situation, and realized that moving her immediately was the best option. "Hold on little lady, Let's just get ya to a nice cozy little bit o'safety there now." He half mumbled, half whispered as he picked her up and began a steady pace back to his camp he'd made the night before. Covering a lot of ground wasn't as easy in this form, especially when you're trying to haul while still keeping your load undisturbed, but Before too long TuRea had the girl's forehead covered in a nice damp cloth, and Was readying a pot of fish soup in hopes she'd awaken. "Come on, Don't Die. This'n here being my first attempt at saving somebody an' all, really don't wanna mess up the whole Operation-station." |
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"I am but a humble Villain By Necessity, cast upon me your glares of understanding!" TuRea Rhynol Heyde  - Poncho - Lefty  - Pack of Thieves - Lot in Trevena  - Lucky Pup Tavern Sampson - Polymorph Self - Priest Robes - Luck
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