02-25-2011, 02:07 PM
It was fullmoon, so the night's sky was full of beautiful sparkly stars. Pythia recognized some old stars and some new. She knew every star on the sky. Just like the people they were all important. And just like the people they all have the most important of them. Watching them falling, sparkling and dying was an incredible entertaiment.
Pythia was walking in the forest, far from the other centaurs. Fullmoon was the time which every centaur wants to stay alone, expecially if had a difficult month.
The forest was incredibly quiet. Today was the day of the Wolfs child. So she expected the forest full of werewolves. She wanted to meet a werewolfm they were interesting creatures. Maybe she was searching for one right now, but she didn't knew it.
Pythia was walking in the forest, far from the other centaurs. Fullmoon was the time which every centaur wants to stay alone, expecially if had a difficult month.
The forest was incredibly quiet. Today was the day of the Wolfs child. So she expected the forest full of werewolves. She wanted to meet a werewolfm they were interesting creatures. Maybe she was searching for one right now, but she didn't knew it.
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