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Post by albinotanuki on Jun 11, 2010 19:35:22 GMT -5
It was a bright, beautiful, sunny day on the island of Saga. The bright blue ocean was especially beautiful to look at as the water sparkled in the sunlinght and the waves crashed on the cliffs by the seashore, turning into mist. It was something Scarbod loved to watch as it let her imagination drift and took her mind off of the things that bothered her back in her home village; Scarbod didn't have many friends nor was she much of a social butterfly either, so she was often off on her own.
The young viking girl pulled the shawl she had draped over her face closer as the ocean breeze blew, not wanting it to blow away in the wind; she had grown so use to wearing her shawl that she often felt naked without it shielding her face so no one could see the scars that were hidden behind it.
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Post by snowflash ~Path of Destruction on Dec 18, 2011 13:20:12 GMT -5
(Hey, can I join in?)
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