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			<title>doubt</title>
			<description>shpeshfiting? her mother scoffed, &quot;why dakota you can hardly function in this form, moreless another.&quot;&quot; mother I did not choose this, it has chosen me. I am her to ask for your guidance. your experienced far greater then I.it shows with this daunting task that yes you will need my help. You have bee..</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Random :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veilfighter/789073/</link>
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			<title>Bounty</title>
			<description>Written from the soul of a bystander</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veilfighter/505655/</link>
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			<title>dark angel</title>
			<description>my first attempt at poerty... be gentle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veilfighter/419327/</link>
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			<title>the damned</title>
			<description>the next two days seemd to drag by. every tree looked the same, flowers had twins and well dog, wasn't the talkative type. dakota wasn't exactly a social butterfly herself, so that trait they seemed to share. she was so restless, thirsting for some action. the last fight wasn't exactly enought to sp..</description>
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			<title>voices</title>
			<description>the morning sun pierced the treeline like a knife at the soft underbelly of society. the village was still a couple miles out, but the was good. she would have no encounters this morning. she could rest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; she was what elders call a pheonix; capable of walking through white fire, b..</description>
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			<title>alone</title>
			<description>the pale yellow moon shone fiercly through the challenging clouds. the woods were oddly silent, the only sound shattering the silence were the thunderous booms of diablos hooves. the brushy overhang of the twisted timbers constantly threatened to sweep her out of the saddle. it was easy to get compl..</description>
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			<title>at a loss</title>
			<description>the beginning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veilfighter/328015/</link>
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			<title>rage</title>
			<description>the ultimate betrayal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veilfighter/327481/</link>
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			<title>The Shadow Mistress</title>
			<description>violence. a sexy heroine. vampires. blood. what else do you need in a good book.</description>
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