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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 3:26 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 2:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 2:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:44 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:04 am
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(Oh, now you're playing dirty. >.<)
Senaka walked purposefully down the hall, her footsteps heavy with anger. She honestly could not believe what these children were thinking. They were not in their right minds, absolutely crazy. They had not hopes of using that giant, or making a safer copy. So instead of just standing aside and letting someone who is capable take it safely away, they decide it is better to hoard it and fight for it. Just like children who manage to find a match. It will hurt them and they don't know how to light it, but try to take it away and they throw a fit and do anything in their power to keep it, or destroy it in the process.
The Noble sighed as she rounded the corner and found a door marked, "Kennel." Humans really are children. Walking into the room lined with cages, she scanned the mostly empty ones to see the tuft of white hair. She rushed to the cage, finding Suka sleeping inside.
'Come on then. Let's get out of here,' she said telepathically in a soothing tone. Suka stirred, her golden gaze opening groggily. With a snap, she unlatched the cage. Suka leaped silently onto the tile, her gaze looking angrily at her Noble.
'I'm sorry I didn't warn you. There was somewhat of a time issue,' she tried to explain silently. The wolf merely snorted and pressed against her side, eying her wrapped wrist.
'I'll be fine. It's nothing I can't work around.' They then walked back out of the kennel, the guard nodding his head as they passed.
A few minutes later they found themselves at the edge of the base's outer parameter, the horizon obscured by the tarps the military had hurriedly thrown over the Death Peak. As if that would camouflage it. Being as large and heavy as it was, they didn't have the means to move it, every attempt threatening to make it sink lower in the sand. They stood on the edge, watching the small figures of people as they milled around its girth, most likely trying to figure out its composition, or some other scientific nonsense.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:12 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:05 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 1:06 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 11:53 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 3:08 am
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