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Post by christopher on May 14, 2010 20:18:24 GMT -5
Deep in the woods tucked in a shady corner a secluded pond usually visited by small creature. Hardly any of the bigger animal either shifter or natural came this deep on a regular time frame.. So the lone swan had the small pond to himself his dark eyes nothing like his other forms pale blue.. Chris had got this far to town .. when he was caught by a bullet in his wing joint near his shoulder.. as he swam in circles his head down his beak causing the water to ripple ahead of him.. he had lost his pack in the forced landing so he had no clothes even if he had changed back.. it was manly a flesh wound no penetration into his torso .. but it hurt to move the wing.. and it would ache as her turned back.. so he stayed He did not know the area well and thought that in a couple of days the wing should be usable and he would continue his journey..
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