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Lylla was struggling against the fever of shadows behind her, using her wind magic it only gave a breeze as she crashed into the ground. As they started to swarm her, she braced herself to be consumed until she heard something bellow and something charging through the brush. A brown blur jumped over her and the shadows started to back away from whatever wasn’t fearful of it.   “Buck you can’t go charging...

“There are chickens here!” Dug said as he watched some of them flap in their yard, each of them pecking or scratching at the ground as they ignored the fawn with the personality of a sociable dog. Before Dug could go get them, he felt something big tug on his mane. Craning his head, he could see the field nanny, or manny, as the fawns jokingly called him.   “Yes, there are many chickens here. Please don’t go after them please.” Brae turned his charge back to the other...

Galileo was walking in the town square, Oliver was riding on his back as he looked at the other chickens in their stalls, Silkkassans trying to entice others to look closer at their fowls that they were displaying or selling. Lorien and Larkspur may have lost him the crowd, but he didn’t mind. Since Galileo was the baby of the family, their parents tended to be more lenient towards him. But he knows how his father feels about roosters....

Merino had just gotten back with David from a hunt, his caretaker unsaddling him further away from the town square than usual. David knew that he had to lead Merino away from the town square due to the chicken festival this year. The thought of brushing down the angora mountain in front of him made him groan if any chickens got tangle within his fur. David gave Merino a pat outside of the shared stable that the bep shared with Hazel.“Please don’t cause any grief to Ambassador ...

We last left off with our intrepid explorers in a bit of an uncomfortable spot. Sopping wet and standing fetlock deep in a gently flowing creek, Jun is not too happy at his friend laughing at him. Nor the unknown dangers that could be lurking under the shadows of the rocks or beneath the silt of the creekbed. Baltë, to her credit, is a daring and adventurous bep who doesn’t exactly weigh the dangers of her actions or the overall situation. As a racer she is u...

**”Are you sure about this Baltë? I know explorin’ sounds excitin’ but. Should plants look so… hungry?”**    The raicing sono glances over her shoulder and is greeted with the sight of her best friend standing with one hoof raised and his entire front half leaning precariously away from an overly large frond leaf. **”Jun it’s not gonna eatcha, or bitcha either. It’s a leaf and it’s green, n...