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"Three of a kind" by rkbear
"Are we going to go in or we just gonna stand here all night?” Steel, a darigan poogle, adjusted the heavy pack on his back. He stood behind a magma xweetok. She was his sister Scarlet. Normally she was a fearless explorer, but now she just watched the fire dance and the gypsys who sat around it.
“Huh?” Scarlet looked up at her older brother surprised. “Sorry, Steel what were you saying?” She pulled her coat more tightly around herself to dim her glow, but it didn’t help much. She was making nearly as much light as the fire she’d been watching. Her fur always gave away her emotions to her family. One of the disadvantages of taking a dip in the magma pool in Moltara. Steel had seen her jump in that with eyes wide open and one paw on her nose without a second thought when she’d finally caught the guard asleep after weeks of pestering. “I said, let’s go,” He pushed past her no bothered by the heat rising from her fur. Another side effect of her swim. She had to wear heat resistant clothes. “Steel, no wait!” She protested grabbing his arm, but Steel was much stronger than her and he pulled right into the middle of the camp.
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