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		<title><![CDATA[Ruins of Wildwood - Sacred Grove]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Absolutely not]]></title>
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			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://relic-lore.net/member.php?action=profile&uid=6268">Cynder</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div class="ooc-block">For @<a id="mention_6270" href="member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=6270" class="mentionme_mention" title="Felyx's profile"><i>Felyx</i></a> let the complain fest begin &lt;3</div>
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She has decided this was certifiably the <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">worssssttt</span> thing to have ever happen to the <span style="text-decoration: line-through;" class="mycode_s">yearling.</span> Her skin felt like it was crawling with fire ants that she could not get rid of. Absolutely nothing alleviated the sensation. Cynder was on edge all the time - more so than usual, just waiting to take someone's ear. No one has ever explained what a heat was or where puppies came from. She was absolutely blindsided by this and was having none of it. <br />
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Fading red tinted paws walked along the foothills with a frustrated stomp. The pale agouti girl rolled in snow banks and rubbed against trees in a fugal attempt to find relief. This particular time she found an extra spiky tree that was successful in the moment. In a very feline fashion Cynder went round and round the tree, leaving tufts of fur behind. A relieved sigh left her creamy maw as her dark tail waved satisfactorily above her back. This was better...for now.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="ooc-block">For @<a id="mention_6270" href="member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=6270" class="mentionme_mention" title="Felyx's profile"><i>Felyx</i></a> let the complain fest begin &lt;3</div>
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She has decided this was certifiably the <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">worssssttt</span> thing to have ever happen to the <span style="text-decoration: line-through;" class="mycode_s">yearling.</span> Her skin felt like it was crawling with fire ants that she could not get rid of. Absolutely nothing alleviated the sensation. Cynder was on edge all the time - more so than usual, just waiting to take someone's ear. No one has ever explained what a heat was or where puppies came from. She was absolutely blindsided by this and was having none of it. <br />
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Fading red tinted paws walked along the foothills with a frustrated stomp. The pale agouti girl rolled in snow banks and rubbed against trees in a fugal attempt to find relief. This particular time she found an extra spiky tree that was successful in the moment. In a very feline fashion Cynder went round and round the tree, leaving tufts of fur behind. A relieved sigh left her creamy maw as her dark tail waved satisfactorily above her back. This was better...for now.]]></content:encoded>
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