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Date Posted:20:33:49 08/16/02 Fri In reply to:
Shadows
's message, "...Grins..." on 14:40:31 08/16/02 Fri
*the sun reflects viciously off the silver fingure that just bombarded the skies. Circling to a landing, the male finally let his talons touch sand, just by the napping two. In his mouth was a large cat, and in his arms piles of fresh fish*
Dinner.
*he decided to speak softly, knowing they would wake when they wished to. Sighing, he settled near them and began to throw some of the fish into his wide gullet*
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