Name: Tambra
Species: Zafara
Color: White
Personality: Nice,calm,helpful
Weapons: A dull sword
Family: Dead..
Friends: None
Mate: None
Children: None
Traits: A thin black line surrounding her belly fur,purple eyes,and white feathered wings
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(Words woth the marks "-" are Tambra's words,and ones with '-' and yours.)
-Walking apon a cool winter's night,you walk torwads where your curiousity draws.Then you come to a forked path.You simply walk right.Right is always RIGHT,right?Wrong.Then you feel something tighten around your ankles,and pulled up to hang.You let out a little squeak,and start trying to find your pocket knife.Then it is pulled out of your hands.You look around.Shadows and soldiers surround you.Heartless.You yell,trying to scare them away.But they march forward.Then your binds are cut,and you land on the branch,a christmas zafara behind you.She holds onto a dull sword.Around her yellow bellyfur is a visable thin black line.She has no halo.Her purple eyes scan the heartless croud.Then she whispers "Come.".You have no choice,really,as she drags you off the limb and onto the ground.You see her wings havn't moved at all.She rund,with you beside her.Eventually the marching sound stops,and you arrive at a half-hidden cave.She walks in.You follow.Still,her wings haven't moved.
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