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    GHAUL -- Year 209


    "(souls are not meant to live more than once — death was not meant to be temporary, and she is so sure that every time her heart starts to beat again that irreversible damage is further inflicted)" -- Anonya, written by Colby

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    [private]  Deep roots are not reached by the frost; Noah

    little fire
    All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
    Time passed by in a blur, this summer - autumn has even fully started by now. And the spotted hybrid spent his time as similar as he usually would have - but alternating looking over his shoulder and excusing himself whenever Noah was involved or mentioned, wasn’t a normal way of living.

    She’s scary. She could even be the source of the Plague. Surely she wouldn’t have meant to, but after seeing what she could do, he wouldn’t have put it past her to have had some accident. Is that why she secluded herself? But then, he still didn’t know why she did anything she did. Or didn’t do.

    Roaming the Pampas, he slowly found a little more life in it these days. If it was for the ruckus or rumour he made or perhaps the spring in which he had arrived was a particular silent one, he didn’t know. But what he did know was that he needed to know if he was even allowed to stay here.

    He’s not quite sure how to grab her attention though, but after some thoughts he figures he needs a form she is familiar with. Now, the rock-bark Baobab stands tall in the middle of the Pampas, and she can’t miss him from the sky.

    His green eyes peer from the stem as they did on the Plains, but this time he granted himself a mouth so that he doesn’t, per say, need to change to speak to her.

    Noah have a ridiculous tree, pocahontas’-grandmother-style

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