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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 7:43 am
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Sea-Foams-Milk had no idea where in swamp to even start seeking a Legendary, but he had a feeling that it would happen, almost because it had to. He had decided he would when he was informed that babies were on the way, with a gasp and a "really! I will have to find a Legendary then." So it was.
He'd been humming on his way, quietly as he ducked below vines, jumped over bushes, onto a small trail. It would have been a dirt path had it been wider, but was really a trail of balding grass, scattered in a somewhat linear fashion. He wondered how wise it was to continue along, but saw a little pawprint, and felt comforted by the presumed presence of a little critter.
"Legendary, dear Legendary -" he said thoughtfully on his jaunt, attempting to formulate a script for his fated meeting.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 8:07 am
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 8:17 am
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 8:29 am
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"You know," he said conversationally to the cute dog, "I've been looking for a legendary, but all I found is you. I feel like I'm on the right track though." Sea-Foams-Milk looked to the sky, thoughtfully. "Even if I've only been wandering around aimlessly. Venom says she wants them to be independent. I don't really have an opinion. But here we are, puppy," he looked down again, smiling, "by ourselves! I guess that's a good thing for those babies to be."
"Thank you for helping," he remarked, leaning forward to boop her nose with his. "I think I know what I'm going to tell a legendary when I see one."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 1:40 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 1:47 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 1:50 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 1:59 am
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Ooh-oooh. She really liked this one.
"I rather do," she curtsied, her spindly legs crossing in an unnecessarily elaborate formation, then drew a deep breath and began her usual song and dance.
"Oh Motherfather," she crooned, prancing around him, "hear my plea - may his children be...independent...happily."
"Okay," she concluded after a few more hops, "that wasn't a very good one. The material was sort of weird, to be honest with you - but it'll work, anyway. Consider yourself blessed!"
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 2:36 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 2:39 am
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