| Still in wolf form, her musings drifted into different directions as she recalled the infamous tavern in Athkatla's Slum District, and she became lost in contemplation. Again, she recalled her former life with the Dark Flames, and she wondered what had become of her friends. She also speculated at the possibility of meeting them once more.
It would not be entirely improbable. Something told her that the orc attack had been well orchestrated. There could be nothing random about an entire legion of orcs marching into the Elven territory they had shunned for centuries. It was also likely that where there were orcs on the move, there would be more, perhaps in different areas. All of her friends, she knew, had an unfailing tendency to somehow end up in the thick of any conflict or injustice that needed to be addressed. In some cases it was not even voluntary, it simply happened.
Tashara's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of something nearby. She tensed, and spun around..
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testingtest12Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
testingtest12.......All those moments ... will be lost ... in time ... like tears in rain.
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