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Post by Antietam on Mar 11, 2007 20:28:27 GMT -5
Eden had never entered the swamps before, and as she stood looking at them now, she found a reason. The water was dirty. Water wasn't meant to be dirty. It was supposed to be beautiful and clear, coming down in dark sheets from the sky. She turned from the sight before her, flicking her tail at it in disdain. A soft squelch reached her ears as she stepped in a particularly muddy spot. The horrible feeling of the mud oozing between her toes made her throw herself sideways. Straight into a tree. If you could call it a tree, that is; the sickly looking thing was hardly a twig stuck in the ground. She stalked over to a patch of firmer ground and sat to clean the mud off of her coat. She had a beautiful coat, if she did say so herself. The gold reflected the moonlight, shining, giving it a whole new dimension. She turned her head to the sky. The vastness of it, the millions of stars, made her feel small and vulnerable. She shuddered. The sky was a terrible thing: big, cold, and who knows what lurked out there. She didn't like to think about it. The need for sleep hit her then, and she dug herself a bed. Curling up, she placed her bushy tail over her eyes to block out the sight of the sky. If it knew she wasn't looking at it, perhaps it would go away. Bordering the edges of sleep, she managed one last thought--she wished it would rain tomorrow. With that, she fell asleep.
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