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Post by Bull on Feb 21, 2018 23:28:24 GMT
Flowers blooming in the trees, critters hanging in them and a small breeze blowing some petals away. The year was advancing for primordial, and so it did for the Tribe. Bull was sniffing around the Cavern's entrance, but the smell f the flowers was too distracting for him to concentrate on such a daily routine activity. Without being able to do it, he waited outside, hoping his comrades would go out soon to greet him.
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Post by .•*ςєlєรtє*•. on Feb 22, 2018 22:57:30 GMT
Celeste slowly walked out of the den, and lifted her head to inhale the fresh morning breeze, and walked back into the den and sat down.
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