leo
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Post by leo on Sept 16, 2015 17:00:13 GMT
The knife shot through the air, whirring as it went, and landed with a satisfying thunk in the tree across from the thrower. He was sitting down, back against the tree, a selection of knives sitting beside him. It was the crown prince Devon, and he didn't look all that happy. He grabbed another knife and threw it at the tree, where it hit right on target. But then again, when was he ever happy these days?
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 19, 2015 18:38:28 GMT
The young girl had heard a strange sound and, being as curious as she was, decided to check it out. She recognized the boy as she approached quietly. "Hi," Sky said softly.
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leo
Poor Silver
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Post by leo on Sept 20, 2015 18:28:16 GMT
He lifted his head to see Sky, and he offered a small smile. "Hi," he responded, throwing another knife.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 20, 2015 21:24:13 GMT
She looked at the knife embedded right in the center of the tree (right?) and said, "do you do this often?"
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