BeautyRolling mountains and deep echoing canyonsFlowing rivers and deep green treesThis is what beauty is all aboutYet there is another kind of beautyA kind with a smile that can melt goldA kind with hair that flows like a riverA kind with laughter like sweet musicThe is the greatest worldly beauty
Redtail meets Darkspine"Hey Dane! You here?" came the sound of an all too familiar voice. He placed the bale of hay he was carrying onto the others and called back."Hey K. By the barn."He stood there slightly leaning on his hoe and chewing on a piece of hay when she came skidding around the barn. She took one look at him and quickly snapped a picture. He glared at a her and she smiled at him."Cool it cuz. Don't get all bent outta shape. The picture was a bonus for me."He shook his head and tossed her the hoe and picked up the bale again. They walked into the barn and as she put the tool away he began to separate the hay into strips for the food-animals. She grabbed a bag of oats and seeds and flew up to the upper level. Dane heard the clucking of the chickens and soon down flew Kaila with a basket of eggs. She held it out to him and he examined each one, nodding in approval. Finally they went to the house where they cleaned up.Finally Kaila spoke up. "Hey Dane?""Hmm?""You wanna go to Capital with me?"
RedQuill's HonorThe desert never seemed to change no matter what time of year is was. The only thing that marked any sort of change in season was either an increase in rain or lightening storms. The sand and rocks of the Shadowlands was charred black by centuries of lightening strikes and battles that raged over the desolate land. This land was home though to a few rare species of Mobians that were not seen anywhere else on the planet. These races were tough and powerful with a little bit of craziness mixed in.With the desolation so thorough, food was hard to come by for the smaller villages out in the waists. Though the capital city of Foxingrad tried to get food stuffs out to remote villages as best it could, the supplies rarely made it to their intended destination. No one ever really knew what happened to these convoys and where they ended up until a young hedgehog from the Red Quill Clan found out and survived to tell the tale.Alyssa RedQuill walked down the dirt trail she often used when she w
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