I have 4 only rules (yes rules, not only suggestions) for this thread
RULES:
1. NO more than 2 sentences per entrie
2. Please keep this story moderatly realistic... even if it is fantasy sci-fi, you can go overboard.
3. NO profanity!
4. Give someone else a turn before you keep going with the story.
...remember peeps, this story should have a plot. Most of all, still remember to have fun with it.
Just keep it going. Don't let it die. Stay on topic!
Topic
It was a cool autum morning, the sun had just begun to stick it's nose out past the horizon. The farm animals were still, asleep, warm in the barn. Kindae groggily dragged her body out of bed to begin her morning chores. Her first task, mucking out the stables.
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Laria - Just Registered

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Kidae had been doing chores for sometime now. After losing her memory three years ago a local stable owner had taken her in after finding her nearly frozen to death on his door step, Thomas had never seen her before and found he needed someone to help him take care of the horses.
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Talon Sinnah - Artisan Wordsmith

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The horse was a strong white steed he had bought from the captial four years ago, he had named it Argo. Thomas found her grooming the horse late a night while singing a beutiful lullaby to Argo to calm the horse's nerves.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-
-Walt Whitman-
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Talon Sinnah - Artisan Wordsmith

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The young man had a slender sword at his hip and a dagger on the opposite. His aura held a noble yet mysterious feel to it.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-
-Walt Whitman-
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Talon Sinnah - Artisan Wordsmith

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"Jodin seeks to set up residence in Clearwater. I would like you to show him around for the day."
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-
-Walt Whitman-
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Talon Sinnah - Artisan Wordsmith

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"Greetings my young lady I am Jodin." Jodin bowed low and reached to her hand and kissed it lightly.
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I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-
-Walt Whitman-
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Talon Sinnah - Artisan Wordsmith

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