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Post by karliwild on Nov 27, 2009 11:42:35 GMT -7
Ruhe looked down from his perch in a tall pine tree. He scanned the crowds of people below for Erasers before climbing down.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 9, 2009 0:21:41 GMT -7
Rhore spread his wings and soared through the air, he loved flying. He stopped and put a coat on before he walked into Frisco, he saw snow beginning to fall and decided that he should ski when enough snow fell, skiing was second best to flying in his opinion.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 10, 2009 17:03:00 GMT -7
Ruhe bought a hot dog from a vendor and sat down on a bench to snjoy his meal.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 10, 2009 17:08:24 GMT -7
Rhore landed and walked into a shop. He bought something to eat and an electronic toy. When he got back to his cave he took apart the toy and started making a... well he wasn't quite sure what he was going to make yet.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 10, 2009 17:12:31 GMT -7
Ruhe finished his hot dog and disappeared into the trees of Central Park. He took off from one of the trees and headed for his temporary roost.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 10, 2009 17:23:14 GMT -7
After tinkering around for a while Rhore laid down and fell asleep.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 10, 2009 17:37:18 GMT -7
Ruhe sat on the top of a building, his legs swinging in the air. This was one of his favprite spots. He loved watching the world go buy.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 10, 2009 17:40:38 GMT -7
Rhore woke up and walked out of his cave. He sprang up and unfurled his wings, he soared over the mountains and to a clifftop. he stopped looking over a lake and began tinkering with the wires again.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 10, 2009 21:23:22 GMT -7
Ruhe woke with a start. He had fallen asleep on top of the building. Lucky for him, nothing found him. He got to his feet and stretched. He jumped from the building and whipped out his huge wings. He had a 17 foot wing span. His wings were a dark brown, speckled with a lighter brown.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 10, 2009 23:06:09 GMT -7
Rhore stretched his wings, he loved them, they were 16 feet across and black with redish-brown flecks. He made a bomb sub-consciencely and threw it, realizing he had also activated it. It blew up in a valley, he hoped nobody heard it. He sat back, admiring the beauty of the Rocky Mountains.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 12, 2009 5:39:11 GMT -7
Ruhe soared high over the city. Anyone looking up would just think he was a bird. He'd been in the city for almost a month now, he guessed it was time to move on. Soon at least.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 14, 2009 17:28:17 GMT -7
Rhore decided that it was time to move on, he wouldn't go far and he would also come back, but for now he had to move.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 16, 2009 22:10:29 GMT -7
Ruhe decided to head west. He wanted to return to the Rocky Mountains. It was easy to lose yourself there.
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Post by †Stealth† on Dec 17, 2009 3:11:03 GMT -7
Rhore grabbed his belongings and flew north, heading toward Wyoming.
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Post by karliwild on Dec 17, 2009 22:01:22 GMT -7
Ruhe landed somewhere in Ohio in the middle of a big looking state park. He set some traps, deciding he would build a fire and cook his own food.
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Today, I drove by a church, and the sign read "Jesus, the one man you don't need Twitter to follow." it made my day