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Post by .:Yami:. on Nov 15, 2009 9:00:43 GMT -5
<BTW in this post the bold isn't him talking. It spells out a sentence. Just read it.> I, Camon, stood in the desert of sparkling misery. Snow stuck to my pelt as icicles clung to the fur under my mouth. Shaking them off my only thoughts were I am alone. There was no way I could survive. Is this the end? I slowly lifted my head and scanned the frost bitten territory. No sight to see. Nothing other than the nightmare I was trying to escape. I pricked my ears and listened to the noise. No sound to hear. Nothing other than the whistling of the wind and the groaning of the few trees. I lifted my snout and carefully brought in all that was around me. No scent to smell. Nothing except cold hard misery and the frozen ice surrounding me. Slowly and reluctantly I dragged my numb feet across the wasteland. I am lost I thought, lost without a home. With no one around I was going to die anyway. So I lay down and made a hole for myself. Falling asleep was the best thing I could do, if I was to die I would do it peacefully. It wasn't like anyone could save me.
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