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09-15-2013, 07:58 PM
 There was something stirring in the distance. Rasta was unsure of what, exactly, it was – but she knew that it was there. She slowly began to edge herself closer and closer to the border, listening the beating of wings that seemed to be circling around in the air. More people. More that she couldn’t judge on build. These wings were going to be the death of her. She wanted to be able to see them, as she had with her hawk. But, no. Her hawk was gone, along with her method of sight that involve the colours and the light. She can feel him land, and with that feeling she tenses herself up along the border. He started to run toward the border, but the closer that he got the slower he started to get. His body stopped right at the wall before he let out a friendly call. Having been off to the side, Rasta pulled herself around, edging in closer and closer to the border until she stopped right before him. ”Hello?” she asked, before she allowed her audits to perk back up. What was he doing here? Did he want the home she had searched for as well? She could understand the call, the pain. It was forever a struggle for her, to not really know if she fit in there or not. ”I am Rasta – what is your purpose here?” she questioned, shifting her weight ever so slightly as her blind eyes gazed in her general direction but were unable to lock onto his frame. New member? Or new threat? 269 words
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