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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 31, 2007 13:55:51 GMT -5
This egg was small and round, like a ball, and barely big enough to rest in the palm of your hand. It's surface was the color of the moon, a pure, crystaline white. The shell was un-textured, just smooth, almost soft, like a pebble washed by the sea. It seemed to glow with it's own light, and shimmers of moonbeams danced across the surface. If one were to cup it in their hands, they would here soft squeaks of pleasure, and feel a warm, friendly curiousity directed at it's visitor. But something else, underneath the joyful feelings, was just barely detectable. Loss. A feeling of emptyness, like one's heart had been stolen, as if the joy was merely a hollow echo of what it had once been.
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Post by Fantom on Aug 31, 2007 13:58:28 GMT -5
Accepted. I play this one?
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 31, 2007 14:15:04 GMT -5
No, you play the ocean one, if you want. ^^
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