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Post by Ɲoquisi on Jul 29, 2012 20:19:54 GMT -5
Makoto, creeping up furthur down the bank, slithered to the small circle of water in the center of the once thriving lake. Makoto lapped up the smily, warm water, grateful for the liquid. The animals she had caught earlier had tired her out and made her much thistier than before, but now she was full. Feeling very tired, Makoto lay down near the waters, the warm breeze sending her off the sleep in no time at all.
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