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Status Season: Spring The leaves are returning to the snowy trees. The torrists are coming back to The City, and that means lots of food!	In the world of Azronica, things are happening. The Dragons are starting to attack the Vampires and the Demons, so are the Humans. The starngest thing is that Humans are RIDING the Dragons! That could be bad, especially if there is going to be a war. The long time enimies (Vampires and Demons) are going to have to team up, or become slaves to the Riders. News that i would really like for you to read: Every full moon the Commanders and Healers of each race will get together. At Scar-Mountain to discuss things. You will know that it is a full moon because I have the phases of the moon in the general header thingy-bob. So yeah, don't forget! IT IS NOW TIME TO GATHER AT SCAR-MOUNTAIN FOR THE GATHERING OF THE LEADERS!!!!!	CURRENT MOON lunar phases

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.:Dragons=1

Failing Hope :: Human Territory :: The Forest :: Hunting

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cursico
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« Thread Started on Aug 11, 2007, 4:43pm »

Cursico pulled the mask over his face with a sure hand. His toothed grin the only part of his face visible. He moved with practised steps, the steps of a trained hunter. The wooden ears pointed forward like a real wolfs. His scrimtar just another deadly part of his body, the blade glowing a faint red.
Another step, his whole body coiled in readiness as he approached his prey. His real ears straining as he listened to the prey pulling at branches. Cursico's green eyes spotted the creature whose tracks he had followed, it was a large brown bear. Any animal was prey to Cursico, if he could kill it, it was his for the taking. The bear remain ignorant of the halfa's presence, and continued nibbling at the sweet berries hanging from some bramble. "BOO!" Cursico shouted, loving the sight of a full-grown bear jump in shock. He ran forward, a loud whispering coming from the scrimtar as it whistled towards the bear's head, cutting it clean in one stroke.
Cursico laughed out loud, feeling the spray of blood on his cloak, he pulled his mask up, no longer wanting it to mask his scent. He crouched beside the bear and sheathed the blood drenched weapon.

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