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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:27 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:09 pm
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(My profile isn't up yet, but oh well whee )
A tall, slightly gaunt figure comes in view of a stone shrine, amorphous by the sudden zeipher that picks up flurries of fresh-fallen snow. As it dies, the figure, now identified with a long, tattered dark cloak and hood drawn over their head to protect them from the chilling winds, continues their trek up to the shrine's veranda. Pale, slender fingers curl around the bronze staff in hand, apparent being used as a walking staff. The figure brings her free hand up to her hood and pulls it back as she steps up onto the sheltering veranda, blazing crimson hair tied back in a long, french braid that comes down just below the shoulder blade contrast to the barren grey landscape.
"Hello? Anyone here?" The young woman calls out as she taps the door lightly with the tip of her staff, glancing around. She pokes her free index finger to her temple, turning her head away from the door, "I wonder if this place is abandoned.."
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