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¤Darkened clouds hang over the forest canopy as a stranger is amoung the oak trees. It smells and feels like rain is coming, as the sun is swallowed up by it's own sky. Signs of life are unclear, as the stranger's nose is pulged with the moist residue covering up everything. Dyed leaves scatter over the forest floor covering up any tracks that may have been there before. A breaking stick catches the stranger's attention, stopping them in their already barried tracks. The trees grow faces with blinking orbs. They stare at the stranger in wonder. The rain's shadow falls over them and they are gone.¤ If a stranger should lack rain, but not the moist air, enter the pack lands of Rains Umbra.
Hm, the guild website ish up half way ^_^ -go see-
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