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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 5:56 pm

Rokkel sighs. "I know, but... That place makes me pretty uneasy. It's the safest meeting place we can think of, though, so it will have to do."

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Nov. 2, 2012 at 10:06 pm

Syro nodded. "Well, looks as if the sun is rising. Tomorrow a midnight, we will meet in the Starlit Cave."

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Nov. 2, 2012 at 10:33 pm

Rokkel glances up at the sky, nodding. "Yeah. I'll see you at midnight," she says, slipping away back toward her tribe's camp.

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Nov. 3, 2012 at 9:13 am

Syro watched her go. I hated feeling helpless, like a pawn of the gods, but there was nothing he could do about it. He grabbed his bow, and continued hunting stealthily, careful to to drift toward the border. He shot a doe, and dragged it back to his camp, where the morning rays of sun were already rising over the trees.

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 3, 2012 at 9:32 am

Rokkel sighs, slipping into her tent and curling up beneath her fox fur blanket. She needed to come up with some sort of plan...

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Nov. 3, 2012 at 9:56 am

Syro rested beneath dawn's new light, skinning his catch. The pelt he would clean and dry and use for warmth in impending wintertime. The bones could be sharpened into weapons and tools, and the meat would feed half the tribe for a night. For just one animal, Syro was satisfied with it. 

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Nov. 3, 2012 at 9:56 am

Syro rested beneath dawn's new light, skinning his catch. The pelt he would clean and dry and use for warmth in impending wintertime. The bones could be sharpened into weapons and tools, and the meat would feed half the tribe for a night. For just one animal, Syro was satisfied with it. 

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Nov. 3, 2012 at 9:56 am

Syro rested beneath dawn's new light, skinning his catch. The pelt he would clean and dry and use for warmth in impending wintertime. The bones could be sharpened into weapons and tools, and the meat would feed half the tribe for a night. For just one animal, Syro was satisfied with it. 

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 4, 2012 at 3:39 am

Rokkel closes her eyes, though unable to fall asleep. She felt like there was a gaping hole in her heart that she had never noticed before, almost as if someone had taken it. "Nonsense," she mutters under her breath, though she wasn't as sure as she sounded. Before she had met Syro there hadn't been that piece of the universe missing. Maybe it was just her imagination. She almost hoped so.

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Nov. 4, 2012 at 9:05 am

Syro sighed. Another sleepless night. Not only that, but he felt as if something was wrong with him, that he couldn't face danger alone. You're just tired, he told himself, and to prove his point, crawled into his family's hut and drifted off to sleep.

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 4, 2012 at 1:04 pm

Rokkel finally lets herself drift into a restless slumber. Something was after her in her dream, but she didn't dare to look behind her to see what is was. She couldn't stop and fight like she wanted to. She needed help... But she wasn't running to get anyone in her tribe...
Rokkel jerks awake, her eyes wide. She understood the dream now, but it still unnerved her. She couldn't decide whether or not she should tell Syro when the met tonight.

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Nov. 4, 2012 at 2:39 pm

Syro found that he could not sleep for more than ten minutes at a time, with all that was on his mind. So he got up, exited the wigwam, and hauled his kill over to a group of people cooking the rest of the night's meat.

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Nov. 6, 2012 at 7:35 am

**((bump))

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 6, 2012 at 10:24 pm

(*they)
 
Rokkel sighs, slipping back into the cool night air and closing her eyes as she slices her palm open. She hardly even had to think of the animal she wanted. She always preferred a wolf. Within seconds she had changed into a sleek light brown she-wolf, her copper eyes darkening slightly.

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 7, 2012 at 10:29 pm

( (Bump) )

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Nov. 8, 2012 at 8:48 am

The darkness of nighttime arrived quicker than Syro had expected, or even hoped. The days seemed to be shortening, more than was normal for autumn. It seemed that shadows were closing in on their tribes like a cage. He grabbed his bow and stepped from patch of moonlight to patch of moonlight. On most nights, he tried to stick to the shadows, but they seemed unusually dark, and a chill ran up his spine every time his foot touched one of them.

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Nov. 8, 2012 at 9:37 am

Rokkel slips away from the camp, her senses keyed up so as to sense any danger. She pauses as she nears the cave, unsure of whether to shift back now or not. May as well wait, she tells herself, laying in front of the cave entrance.

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Shadowmancer replied...
Nov. 9, 2012 at 12:33 am

Rokkel slips away from the camp, her senses keyed up so as to sense any danger. She pauses as she nears the cave, unsure of whether to shift back now or not. May as well wait, she tells herself, laying in front of the cave entrance.

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Nov. 9, 2012 at 8:14 am

Syro felt unusually skiddish on his first nightly meeting, as if he did not know the woods. He scampered faster when an owl hooted on a branch, and shied away from deer. He approached the cave to find a wolf lying in front of the entrance.

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Nov. 9, 2012 at 9:50 am

Rokkel forces herself to shift back, quickly pulling on her bucksin dress and grumbling about needing to find a way to not have to do that. "Shouldn't have done that," she mutters, shaking her head.

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