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Post by [GHOST] on Jan 28, 2009 12:25:55 GMT -5
Basha stepped along the rocky cliff confidently, she was unnaturally in her deer form, something she didn't do often. The horror stories she had been told as a fawn had frightened her out of her rodent appearance, the stories of deers stuck in their other forms because they stayed like that too long. But she was sure that if anyone was to approach her here she would see them, or smell them before they spotted her. If that was the case she could quickly shift and hide in the cracks of the stone, some fearless leader you are she thought to herself grimly. It was true, she didn't like fighting or conflict yet she wanted to have her own land and family. If needed Basha would fight for her family, she would fight with everything she had, she would sacrafice herself, for them.
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