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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 19:09:27 GMT -5
Life in the wild had always been hard, and it became eaven harder when the winters started to get colder, and the summers hotter: There was not enough food and many lakes dried up in the hot summer. Many animals died and the forests and fields became quiet and empty. Carnivores had the time of their life and they came in huge numbers. Some of them grew bigger and many eagles became big enough to carry a moose. There was only one place left were the animals could live a better life: Waterfall Valley, an immense valley with a huge supply of water, a forest and grassy fields. But this valley is merely mythical. Right? A small group of friends and their hinds decide to look for the valley, knowing that it is their only chance.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 19:24:44 GMT -5
"Did we have to leave during the summer? I'd much rather be trudging through the snows of the bellowing winter then the sweltering heat we're in," the rust red buck complained loudly, though none of his friends would listen. The foursome marched on, the single Roe hind and magestic Red Deer, heading toward the only place they thought safe.
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 19:27:25 GMT -5
"If we waited any longer," Ceren said, panting, "We'd all be dead." Siarra put her head under his chin. "You're sure we'll be alright?" He nodded, and wearily walked on.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 19:31:44 GMT -5
Bounding to catch the others, much larger in comparison to herself, Awentia chocked out, "Just be happy we made it out of the raid. Those wolves didn't relent until there wasn't a moving deer in sight! Think of all the friends I lost, we lost!"
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 19:33:40 GMT -5
"We can't stop thinking, Awentia," Siarra said sadly. "My mother..." Siarra had been frozen in her tracks as she watched her mother get mauled by wolves.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 20:00:54 GMT -5
Awentia remembered vividly the herds of Red, Roe, and Fallow deer that owned the valley. Her own herd was the first to hear the wolves, and the first to lose everyone. As far as she knew, only Osheen, Siarra, Ceren, and herself survived the struggle.
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 20:04:40 GMT -5
Ceren nodded gravely. "It's in the past now. We shouldn't think about any of it until our children ask for a story," Siarra absently nodded.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 20:09:12 GMT -5
Children, Awentia thought bitterly. Everyone else would have children but her. I've never even heard of a crossbread dear! Osheen pushed ahead to scout, for they never knew what was lying before them. A whistle through the trees, much like a wolves, startled the scouting deer.
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 20:14:04 GMT -5
"Ceren," Siarra said nervously, "what if we get...?" She trailed off. "We can handle anything, Siarra," he replied firmly
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 22:18:03 GMT -5
"Quiet, do you hear that?" the anxious Osheen whispered. "You don't think..." Awetia stopped. "No, not wolves. Water!" In leaps and bounds Osheen sprang toward the wonderful sound.
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 22:23:29 GMT -5
"Water? As in..." Siarra questioned. "Waterfall valley?" her mate finished.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 29, 2011 22:26:18 GMT -5
Throwing his head bad in anguish, Osheen started sullenly back down the hill. "Not the mythical valley, just a nearly dry riverbed."
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Post by Tyira on Oct 29, 2011 22:39:25 GMT -5
The stag lowered his head. "Oh. Come on, then." He walked to the small riverbed and began to drink.
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Post by Woodsy on Nov 2, 2011 20:53:24 GMT -5
Awetia followed along with Osheen at her heels. The young stag dipped his head in the water and lapped a few drops before there was none left.
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Post by Tyira on Nov 2, 2011 20:55:28 GMT -5
"On we march," said Ceren, his tongue still dry.
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