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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:42 am
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In a farway forest, far from the citites, is an island called Citadel. On that island, resided the Trees of Love, Life, and Dreams. Now for centuries, this Island has remained secret and its lands undisturbed. There is a legend of a Guardian, protector of the Trees and nature herself, Anya. So what happens, when ______lands on the island during a seasonal monsoon? Ayna takes him in and nurses him back to health. Of course, never seeing a human before, she gets curious and soon enough she falls in love with ______. There is only one problem...Anya is forever tied to the island and can never leave or she will die. Will_____stay on the island with her or will he return to the life he once knew and leave her behind?
Name: Anya Age: 18 Role: Guardian of the Forest Personality: Anya is an egnima. She keeps to the forests and never lets herself be known...until now that is. She is kind, caring, cunning, loyal to the spirits of the trees, and dependable. Bio: Up above Pic:
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 11:55 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 4:15 pm
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The last thing Zola could remember feeling was a total loss of gravity. He remembered being pulled in every direction, and at that last second of pure height, he blacked out. However, that single feeling stayed with him for what felt like forever. In reality, the storm had come and gone, and he, along with scattered belongings, was lying face down on the shore. To him, the wind was still handling him, and it was horrifying.
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