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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 14, 2006 17:51:07 GMT -5
A young blond haired man was resting in the grassy field, his eyes closed and a smile on his full, almost womanish lips. The snow around him had melted, and the air around him was as warm as if it had been summer, not winter. Wildfowers had sprung up amongst his lean yet musculat form, adding a sweet fragrance to the air. There was something undoubtably special about this man, you could tell just by looking at him. He looked so very innocent, with his fair hair and skin, so much so that you just wanted to hug him as you would a teddy bear. Finnian Toal smiled, stretching cat-like as he opened his eyes. They were golden, the color of a spring sunset, and sparkled with joy and intellegence. "Mmm," he whispered to himself, in deep bass tones. "What a lovely day..."
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