It was magic hour and the jungle seemed to know it. It was becoming more lively to some and to others it was becoming trier some. For a hot pink Tokoro it was nether, it was just a pain. She wanted it to be night already so badly. The cool air, the starry sky, the quiet, it was her favor part of the day. She wandered along the tree tops over some time before she deiced to n** down to the jungle floor for a drink. She grab a hold of a thick sturdy looking vine and slowly made her way down to the ground. When she was almost there she looked around to make sure it was safe first. Seeing no danger she hop the rest of the way down and landed softly beside a small brook and began to lap up the water. {Ghosts of Taraja} The Guild
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