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So basically the game goes like this. I will give you a sentence and the next person will have to write another sentence. And another person will have to write yet another sentence. This way we will make a story. Any made up character can come in at any time but it has to make sense. And don't crash in new characters all the time. Let them have a break.
Off we go.
The trees gently swayed as the wind passed through the forest. A wolf walked in the distance.
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He cast his amber eyes towards the dim forest, baffling within his own thoughts and wonderment.
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The forest has always been his home, yet he wondered how safe he was in it.
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A subtle, yet decipherable whisper would encroach within' his sense of hearing, it's vile lisp and ominous aura seizing the canid into that of fear, "When a mad man laughs, a demon is always nearby to enlighten him into the dark you know..."
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The wolf was baffled, he had no way to figure out what that meant, nor where the whispering came from.
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"Who are you in which to speak in such a precarious manner? Is it to strike fear within my distilled enclosure, because I can tell you that there will be nothing to cause my hallowed bones to tremble," the brute stated after endless wondering, he remaining with a stolid expression.
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Yet, despite the male's monotonic response, silence would become inevitable as the only reply.
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The brute shrugged it off, continuing his walk throughout the forest, trying to forget the words, which only came back louder than the time before.
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Seeing as there was no else he could say, he quickly dwelved within his thoughts once again with no ounce of interest embroidering his delicate mind.
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Pirouetting his skull, with a memor alluded with that of the past, his sanguine-hued irises would focus themselves into the encroaching darkness that weaved throughout the landscape before him.
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At the same instant, the wolf could look on, he seemed to be able to have his mind stretch to the ends of the earth and back again.
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Giving a small snort from his muzzle, he trotted onward; his destination was unknown, but he knew where to go.
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With every pawstep that carried him forward in advance, the lingering shadows would engulf him into it's hue of obsidian until it became quite difficult to decipher what was ahead of his peripheral vision.