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<div style="text-align: center;">COUNTING TIME
Name: Counting Time Age: 5 Gender: Male Species: Hippogriff Looks: Standing at 18 hands, this brown hippogriff is built like a humans Draft horse. He does not have feathered feet though. His eyes are of a soft amber while his brown body seems to hold a light brown, dark brown, and all browns in the brown color book. Personality: Odd, Slightly Insane, Quiet, kind. |
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<div style="text-align: center;">Veri <div style="text-align: left;">Name: Veri <div style="text-align: left;"> Age: Unknown |
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<div align="center">Maya Clark Nightingale <div align="center">
<div align="left">Starter: <div align="center"> "It was said that the end of the world was due in 2012. Everyone thought they were gonna die that year because of the Mayan calendars having ended on that year. Yet no one really knew the truth. The Mayan's themselves had died. They died so many years before that they never got to finish the calendar. Is there a reason for that? Is there a real story behind the reason as to why the calendar's were never finished? Sometimes I wonder the same thing... Just begging for answ-"<div align="left">
<div align="left">"Enough!" Came a deep voice. A young man stood still in the class room, his eyes glaring into the eyes of a young woman, his own blue eyes darkening. "You need to be finished with this Maya." Hissed the teacher, his eyes glaring at his 17 year old student. "There is no story hidden in those calendars Maya. That has been over and done with for about six years now." With his large frame stopping in front of her desk, he let his hands rest upon the front of it. "Either you will silence on this subject, or you will end up in detention... again..." As his words filled the room, many wide eyes started to fill with laughter as Maya glared back at the teacher, but kept her lips closed.<div align="left">
<div align="left">As hours passed, the day turned from morning to afternoon then to evening. Leaving the school, Maya slipped into the forest that paralleled the school. She walked this every day, so why would it be different from normal? With her booted feet striking the ground, a whisper started to sing from the forest. "Come to me my child... I have a story to tell..." As the whisper sand up her spine and made her shudder, Maya bent her head and started to move, the yowling of a feline sounding behind her now. With eyes widening, Maya went to take a step, that was until she was faced with a dark cloak. Looking at the body, her lips opened to scream, only to have no sound free itself as her world went black.<div align="center">
<div align="center">"I told you.... I have a story to tell you..."
Edited at October 23, 2017 10:15 PM by Frozen Mist
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