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Post by lumina on Feb 8, 2007 18:20:04 GMT -5
Overhead, a rustling could be heard going throughout the trees. Up in the trees, a girl was traveling between the trees, jumping from branch to branch. She stopped on branch, crouching there, almost like a monkey. She had a feeling, she knew what the feeling was, there was someone on the island. Only a few times in her life had people crashed on the island, she observed them, learned their languages, and watched them either die or be rescued. It was a cycle. She actually knew many different languages from these cycles. She had already known Atlantean and Latin, but she also knew Spanish, French and English from the intruders on her island. Perhaps she could trust this person. that never happened to her. The only person she was ever able to trust was her mother, but she was gone. Now all she had was the animals. Not a real friend on the island. It was hard for her, but she had t protect the animals that protected her after her mother died. The animals her mother protected when she was alive.
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Post by lumina on Feb 9, 2007 16:29:55 GMT -5
Jumping down from the tree branch, she gracefully landed on the ground. she then began running through the forest, stopping only when she came to a large crack in the earth. She climbed up the nearest tree, unsure of how she would do this, for she hadn't crossed the crevice in quite some time. Trusting herself she pushed off from the branch, and flew over the crevice, landing barely on the other side. she got up and dusted herself off before continuing on to the shore.
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