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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 2:47 pm
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:11 pm
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:40 pm
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Zareth tilted his head to the side. He then asked her, "Lulu, Do you remember the fox that I told you about? The one I saved? Well, anyway, All day I've been getting the feeling that someone's been watching me."
Zareth shows Lulu the sketch he was working on coloring. He he had just finished working on the fur, which at some, seemingly random points, changed from Silver to a vibrant shade of either gold or dark, lush green. He went on to explain why he was talking to the picture, "I, and I'm not entirely sure why the thought occured to me, think that this fox has been following me all day today. I never paid much attention to it until I had finished the sketch..."
Zareth then put the sketch pad back in the saddle bag on his motorcycle. As his gaze drifted from Lulu to the trees in the distance he said, "You may think I'm going insane, but I'm starting to think that something bad's about to happen, and I think that that fox is trying to warn me."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 1:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 1:55 am
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The sun just hits the horizon, marking the gradual transition from day to night. While the day begins to cool down a bit, it's nowhere near cold. It's a very pleasant, warm summer night. The few clouds that had came out earlier in the day are gone, and on one side of the sky, the moon has already begun to try to take over the sky.
This is when Josh's little, beat-up truck rumbles down the road to the picnic area. His little Ford Ranger has most certainly seen better days. With dents and rust spots dotting the light blue body, it screeches into the parking lot next to the others' cars (it screeches, not because he was driving too fast, but because the fan belt and heater fans both screech, in different pitches). The motor rumbles loud (because of the hole in the bottom of the muffler bigger than Josh's fist) just before shutting down. The Ranger even almost seems to slump as if it's tired and thankful to be resting now.
Josh steps out of the driver side and places his palm on the fender. It's not pretty, but it's always gotten him where he needed to go. After he silently praises his truck (something along the thoughts of: 'good boy') his gaze moves to the group of people awaiting the two friends' arrival. Glancing down at Grace, he nods to the group. They mark the last ones there. The party can now start.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 12:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:23 pm
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Zareth walked over to where Grace and Josh were. He noticed that Grace didn't drive herself to the party but deciced it was better not to ask. He turned to Josh and said, "Now we can really get the party started. I have a few bottles of soda, a variety of chips, and I made sure to get some plastic utensil, just in case."
As he goes to his motorcycle, Zareth, noticing that the left saddle bag is open, hurries over, discovering that a small fox is sitting in it. At first startled, Zareth bursts out laughing. It's the little fox he saved all those years ago. He says, "Hey, guys, Look. It seems I've got a stowaway. Lulu, it's the fox!
Zareth gos to lift the fox out of the saddle bag, the fox, unexpectedly to those watching, allows him to pick it up. Zareth cradles the fox in his arms like a small dog. "Would you guys believe that this fox is about five or more years old, seeing how small he is? He's the size of my mom's little dog."
He brings the fox over to the fire, showing off the odd coloration of it's fur. Lulu, Can you get my sketch pad out of the right saddle bag? Please and thank you!
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