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Post by Palla || Daedalus on Feb 17, 2006 12:10:07 GMT -5
It was a peaceful day. Kida was healing nicely, and the scars were barely visible on her face and shoulders. The forest was calm, and the sounds of bird called echoed through the trees. Palla was silent as she padded toward the laughing stream. It bubbled and giggled with joy of the wonderful weather, running thinly over the shining rocks within. The tigress padded toward the bank, dipping a paw in the soothing waters, feeling the perfect temperature rushing through her toes. Crouching, a thin tail twitching ever so slightly at the end, she lapped up a few mouthfuls.
Tears brimmed in his eyes. She was so beautiful. So different than before. Daedalus had never imagined his sister this way. He assumed she had died, or something. But this elegant young tigress with glossy, shining fur was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. The siberian fought the urge to leap out and...do something. He wasn't sure what. What would he say, or do? Nothing could redeem Dae from those terrible things he had done. Shame washed over him once more. He turned away from Palla, hanging his head.[/size]
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