Posted by Jazzuah on July 2, 2009, 12:33 am, in reply to "-Mischief Makers...-"
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Jazz did not see the impending doom, but he was only a fox not a future teller. The fog came suddenly and it seemed just around him but before Jazz could look around he'd sleepyly stepped onto what was supposed to be the next patch of ice without using his blessing. The rush of cold water in his nostrils woke him almost instantly. Breaking the surface and gasping for air...coughing out what he had inhaled...it sounded as if he was struggling but Jazz had fallen into the Wild before and new just what to do. As he regain his ability to think each playment of his paws was freezing directly below...it wasn't enough to be super effective just to make a stair way to the top of the water. The wet and now cold fox walked to the shore...where the dragon lay observing. Jazz didn't say a word as he shook to dry himself off.
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