[Deadlands: Good, Bad, and Purdy] Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic)
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				Title: <strong>[Deadlands: Good, Bad, and Purdy] Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-11-2006, 13:34:47</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic, not for the squeemish.)  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-11-2006, 13:47:16</strong>
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				Not long ago, Walks with Ghosts had called upon Thunderbird repeatedly for aid in battle on behalf of Coyote Braves driving whites from the slave holding nation known as the Confederacy out of Indian teritory.&nbsp; Five braves had thrown down their guns and taken up their bows at this proof of the power of the old ways still among them, but nonetheless Thunderbird had deemed her calling upon his power as tiresome, and asked that she return an ancient reed doll to the small lake where it was made, far to the south in the confederate teritory they dared to still call Texas.&nbsp; <br><br>Creeping through buffalo grass far higher tha her head, beautiful pristine blue and green, she noted, almost abruptly, that she was being watched.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic, not for the squeemish.)  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>20-11-2006, 13:52:55</strong>
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				Making her way along, her staff held in one hand, her small satchel across her shoulders, she continued towards the water, intent to complete her quest. Coming to a sudden halt, however, as she neared the waters, she could feel eyes on her. Frowning faintly, she continued towards the water, her long, thick black hair flowing about her, small leather top and skirt allowing the sunlight to glint off her dark flesh. Kneeling beside the water, she looked to her satchel, reaching into it and withdrawing the doll, then moving to place it into the lake with a muttered prayer of thanks to Thunderbird.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic, not for the squeemish.)  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 13:44:48</strong>
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				As she continued to the lakes, head high grass giving way to head high white man's crops, she continued to feel the eyes on her, occaisionaly catching site of the onlooker, a large brown jackrabit with not particularly angry red eyes and horns like a stag.&nbsp; <br><br>As she completed the ritual, she found the rabit had come out into the opening as if to watch.&nbsp; <br><br>Before she could react, a shadow fell out of the sky.&nbsp; A moment later she was grappled by the shoulders and jerked into the air.&nbsp; The stooping <i>something</i> dragged her several yards along the water of the spring-fed lake, trailing her feet in the silvery watter, before beating wing higher itno the sky.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intro A. One if By Land (NC Exotic, not for the squeemish.)  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 14:49:16</strong>
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				Still somewhat on her guard, she continues with the ritual. Finishing, she turns to look about, and tilts her head lightly, finding that the rabbit had come out to watch her. She was about to open her mouth to speak to it, when she felt something suddenly trab her shoulders. Letting out a scream, it was all she could do in her surprised state to keep hold of staff she had in her hands. Looking up, she tried to see just what it was that had grabbed her, and before they got too high, she took a swing with both hands on her staff at whatever was holding her, whether it was arms, talons, anything.
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