by MillietheWarrior » 07/20/2010 1:36 AM
He purred a deep, rumbling purr. He was content here, even if it was not home. He didn’t like the people in the tents, but he was seemingly growing fond of those in the truck. Silently, he activated his internal perimeter defense system; if anyone came within 100 feet of the truck, he would know immediately. Naasade did not move.
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I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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