[A]-[Thousand]-[Golden]-[Plates]
« Thread started on: Oct 21st, 2009, 2:17pm »
It has been awhile since he had last left his nest in Shama Forest. Now was a good time. In the next month the phoenix would go through his next cycle. He needed to do something with this current blessing soon, for he still needed to begin his collection of animal tails.
Barmecide's fetish for cropped tails could not be explained. For all his life he seemed to dream of nothing else but himself wearing a handsome collar of wolf tails. Lately he's been inquired by a curious daydream of owning a tiger tail. One would go nicely with his green feathers. This dream has made no progress, however. Barmecide realized that he hasn't been assertive enough. Too many creatures were receiving his gifts without proper payment. Well, he would fix that.
The phoenix flew to Traydon river. There would surely be wolves there in need of Death. Barmecide chuckled to himself, thinking that was a funny though. Some wolves really do need to die.
Barmecide's black talons grabbed hold of a branch of a leafless maple. The phoenix's green body stood out sorely. Only if a wolf was blind could they miss this opportunity.
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