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Post by Harli on Jul 5, 2006 20:16:55 GMT -5
"I don't know..."he said,returning to his anthro form.
He held one arm in the opposite hand.Con winced.His hand was already purple and swolen....
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Post by Poison Flower on Jul 5, 2006 20:58:35 GMT -5
Bree frowned. "Con...please...you can't do this for me" she said, "if you keep hurting yourself I'm going to be in a live time of sorrow" She sighed as she looked for somewhere. "I want you to remain hidden alright" she said, "I'm going to look around..." She then jumped up into the tree, she looked down at him before taking off.
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Post by Harli on Jul 11, 2006 14:08:01 GMT -5
Con lay his ears back.He sighed and backed into the shadows.His hand was throbbing...and in great pain....He growled and jumped into a tree as well...From his perch,he could see the flashing lights of the police cars....and the sirens echoed through his mind....
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Post by Poison Flower on Jul 11, 2006 18:48:00 GMT -5
Bree had made it all the way to the river. She pulled out her hankerchif and her pencil. The pencil glowed before turning into a bucket. She put some water into it and then the hankerchif. This all came back to her training. The balancing the bucket on the head exercise. She slowly put the bucket on her head and balanced it. Bree closed her eyes and then disappeared. She then reappeared in the tree above Con. She dropped down.
Bree put the bucket down in front of him. She then pulled up the hankerchif. She smiled a bit. "Hold out your hand alright?" she asked, "hopefully this doesn't hurt"
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