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Started on: February 5, 2003 Finished on: February 7, 2003 Originaly Created by: Jessica L. Katzenberger |
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Sleep...Dreams...Peaceful things. They're what come to you in life. They're what you'll always want, always cherish. Golden Orbs, Soft Grey Fur, Peaceful in the mind, Loving in the heart. Wolves are what I speak of, Of what I love, and if you plan on staying here, you had better too. |
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Packs Plains of Battle Mate Grove Birthing Den Hidden Cove Healing Falls Angel Wings Lake Hunting Plains Safety Hills Cemetary Mountains |
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You pad down a worn trail, wondering, trudging, it's what you've done all your life. No friends, no family. Until now. All this will change, has changed, now that you've stepped upon these sacred grounds. You feel a presence, but not of something living. Peace. It fills these lands. But now you feel another presence, of something living. You turn you head to see two great wolves. Your heart warms, for just the feeling of their stare makes you feel welcome. You drop your gaze from their eyes, wishing for them not to think of you as a threat. Welcome to Dream Scapes, where anyone is welcome, and all are loved. Says the first wolf. He is tall, strong, white. His mate, a beautiful grey, speaks next. Yes, what my mate speaks of is true. Dream Scapes is a place of peace. Don't disturb that, or the great spirit of my mother, Angel Wings, will be the one to punish you. But I am sure that you are no threat. You smile at her words, realizing that you are very welcome here. Ah, forgive me, I have not yet introduced myself. I am Steel Flames. If you gain my trust, you may call me Steel. And I am Angel's Love. As with my mate, if you gain my trust, you may call me Angel. They both smile at you. A great flash of light blinds you temporarily, and when you can again see, the two wolves are gone. What is your decision? Will you stay in this land of peace, or continue to your lonely traveling? |
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