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Claws

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Socks ?
« on: November 19, 2017, 12:06:47 AM »
Sitting by herself which was normal for her with a small fire burning at her feet Claws took out her tattered journal from her back pack and opens it at the last page which she had written in.
In big writing all it said was “ALL GONE”.
There was water marks on the page which had caused the ink to run.
She ran her hands over the script and again she felt it a deep sorrow of past actions.
Her intentions where to once again start to write her thoughts down but her mind could not come up with the words.
Throwing the journal to the ground she laid down to look at the clouds passing her by.
It had been hard in her home lands since the emergence of the Legion.
She slowly drifted to sleep more peaceful then she had in a long time.

Claws jumped up with a start both her blades drawn a smell she had not sensed in her nose for a long time over whelmed her senses.
“Socks” she mumbled shaking her head “Old wet socks”.
Taking a long inward breath she could not shake the smell, but there was nobody around.
“Your imagination old girl she said out loud”.
A light breeze blew across her camp fire causing her discarded journal to open at the very last page within it.
Scribbled on the last page was a simple line drawing she had done many many moons ago when she first started on the path of adventuring in Azeroth under the drawing was a few words she could not remember writing “All the time you smell me socks you know we are around”. With a big X it was signed.
Oznack.

A big broad smile spread across her face and she let out a howl of delight.
Kicking out the fire she throw her belongings back into her bag still howling with delight “I know that smell”.
THERE COMING BACK.
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Re: Socks ?
« Reply #1 on: November 27, 2017, 11:00:43 PM »
Silly, old Claws. Sniffing the old socks again. I keep telling you, those feet fetishes are no good for you! ;)

Good to hear from the old girl though!
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