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No One Lives There

No One Lives There

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 20, 2020
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Fantasy
"Hello?" "I-is anyone there?" He's tall for a Kraai, I wonder which family he's apart of. He has dark brown hair, a pointy nose, and is wearing warm winter clothes despite the lovely night weather. He seems to be a normal Kraai but, there's something about him. I do wonder what a lovely young lad is doing out this late, is he a vagabond like me? Perhaps he's just lost. "It, it must've been an animal," "hopefully nothing too dangerous." Rude, I'm not an animal I'm an elf. Oh well, I am sure this young man wouldn't mind if I just stayed up here in the trees. Oh how I wish I could join him by the fire, it looks so warm and cozy. He's very pretty, oh bother. I don't want to scare him away so I'll be quiet and wait till morning, until then I might as well get some sleep.
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