Effy put out this little creative challenge - the Worgens had to flea, er, flee their homes, the aristocracy leaving in the flash of a howl...here is Nancy, a newly-married bride, out for a morning run on her wedding gift, a gelding named Patron's Sweet Tooth (she just called him Sweet for short), when the attacks ravaged Gilneas. Nancy Churchwright Umber could only leave with the boots on her feet, her cloak, and some black roses from a...meeting. Her husband was never found.
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Earned it.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Oh, pish-posh! I'm a Worgen!
(Tonight feels like blog catch-up--so many great ideas out there!)
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