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Posted by Lobo on February 24, 2007, 4:21 pm, in reply to "Maybe Kumiko wouldn't, but perhaps Chilali would." "I ... I don't know. He didn't have the chance to tell me," he said while making a quick glance over to his master. Frollo's breathing was still raspy, and bleeding still continued but was slowing. One of Frollo's wings was pushed up into the air; it flapped for a moment, and then folded back between his shoulders. Stubborn that wolf is. Lobo then took the liberty to study to candy-cane-icorn better. She was healing by the looks of it, and Lobo felt sorry for such a younger creature to have received such wounds. He on the other hand had never really experienced battle. If the war had lasted a little longer and entered Wind Gale Lobo probably would have had a few scars healing himself. The musk ox back away towards Frollo and nudged him with his nose. Lobo noticed his breathing was now unusually quiet. "He's sleeping," Lobo spoke and then laid himself on the ground next to his master for better protection.
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Lobo had lowered his horns as the oddly colored unicorn approached. Not that he meant any harm toward the youngster, he just couldnt take any chances with it for it seemed to be Chilali's own mythical. Lobo's dark eyes looked up where Chilali slept, he doubt she was sleeping at all. Snorting, Lobo shook the fur on the back of his neck; snow dust sparkled everywhere, and looked down at the curious unicorn.
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