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Post by brazzle on May 15, 2005 12:40:43 GMT -5
Young Tyra walked along a barely seen path, covered in pine needles and other foliage. She looked around with wide and shining eyes, black wings fluttering. gripped tightly in her hands was Tyra favorite weapon, An ashwood staff that was slightly taller than she was with a six inch blade on one end. This was tyra's first week away from her adoptive parents farm and she was doing fairly well. She had rationed her food well, had enough money to buy lodge at an inn for a couple of nights and several changes of clothing. all of this was packed into a leather knapsack slung across her shoulder. She gave a contented sigh enjoying the beauty of the forest thoguh remained alert for any signs of danger.
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