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| Livia Meiland | Feb 26 2008, 04:04 AM |
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"There are a small amount of us now, most of the old residents have grown up and left, it was empty when I found it with the other two Runaways." She moved a branch above her head and shrunk back to her own size. Her pants were not drawn up at the cuffs so as not to catch on the roots and bushes about them. "As for the tracks, well let's just say we have a few tricks up our sleeves. Cathriss Gate will be our home until we're old enough to leave, so we never lose a resident, the Manor draws you in." She took a breath, "We all have different abilities, it really does help us. " She took a bit of time to get her legs over a log that was in their way. Her bare feet digging into the ground beneath her for balance. " So, Lassie, got any other lovely questions to ask me? We've got at least an hour and a half of trekking, we might as well try to see how much we can shorten it by talking." She grew tired enough of branches swatting her in the face, and so grew her right hands into a claw which she used to trim swat at the branches in front to her. She tried her best only to break the one's necessary, she didn't need a trail. "Careful what branches you break to make your way through, heavens knows, we've already got Nessie, we don't need another version of the American Bigfoot." She bent under larger branches as she went along, her left hand in her coat pocket. |
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