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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 11, 2008 13:20:40 GMT -5
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 11, 2008 13:20:49 GMT -5
Name: Dixie
Gender: Mare
Breed: American Quarter Horse
Age: 8
Side: neutral
Pelt Color: dun
Markings: black pin stripe going down her spine, two hind socks and black on her other legs, has a tony white star in the middle of her head.
Mane and Tail: dark black
Eye Color: whiskey colored brown
Height: 16 hands high
Build: stocky
Mate: Surcingle Bay
Foals: None
Physical Description: Dixie stands at approximatly 16 hands high. Her pelt color is the color of a dawning morning as the sun hits it just right making it seem almost golden and the sheen just amazing this gale truely stands out in a crowd of other horses. She has a dark black mane and tail and two white socks on her hind hooves and the rest of her legs are just as black as her mane and tail. Her eyes are the color of a deep rich whiskey color making them change from dark to a light brown if the sun hits them just right. She has a very stocky build but dont let this fool you she is very agile and not one to be reconned with if it is a short distance race she will leave you in the distance it where her breed truely got the name quarter and she could beat you in a quarter of a mile. She may be stocky but she is muscled and well endowed and she could probably give any stallion the type of heir he wished for for the foal if colt or filly would be perfectly muscled for her perfect superior breeding. Her chest is broad for breathing and she has more than enough stamina and endurance to keepy running and running. All in All this is a fine mare for any stallion worthy enough.
Mental Description: She is cunning meaning prettily appealing/sly and willy. She is a fiesty mare and likes to get what she wants also she can be sweet and charming another. She has an attention problem though certain things attract her attention like a horse with A.D.D she could be talking one moment and then look as if she is staring off in space another. However nothing to bad she is a hopeless romantic but tries to keep it contained when she sees stallions and Mares together with their foals she secretly yearns to be a mother and lover like them.
Likes: Dixie likes courageous stallions, foals, love, oceans, and all the sun sets and sun rises she witnesses
Dislikes: She dislikes wenches, mares and stallions with terrible personailities. mares who are way to submissive, also the hotheaded stallions who let their testosterone lead their noses around.
Fears: be loverless forever, never truely living the full extint of her life, having her heart broken
Hopes: She hopes to one day be a lover of a stallion and the mother of a foal/foals, She even secretly hopes to be the lead mare of a group but she thinks this is way to high for her abilities.
Dreams: She wants to belong in a herd
Goals: To one day be a mother and lover
History: Dixie was born on a farm one which was high in the qualities of Quarter Horses and they bred for the best. Though her color was rare on that particular farm cause most of the coats ranged from sorrel to chestnut. Her father Last Storm and her mother Long Time Waiting were two of the most precious trophy champions of this particular champion breeding farms. So Dixie was produced to have high quaility bloodlines and higher standards than regular quarter horses. She was to be a future brood mare and she wasnt to keen on being that.
As the little filly grew into a bright young intelligent mare the farmers began to bring in the champion stallions and they were to thingyy for her likings so she fought them like any mare would they didnt have a right to her to her they had to prove themselves. Then one day she picked a fight with a large stallion and he stomped on her pride he nearly killed her but it didnt break that wild spirit of her. During this time her mother had produced another little filly a sister her name Honey. Dixie grew very protective of Honey cause she was a very rare color to that of a palomino coloring. She knew one day her sister and her would escape. She wasnt going anywhere without her sister unless she had no choice and her sister refused to go with her.
The day came during the night of a great storm Dixie and Honey were o ut in the pasture under the little shelter provided keeping the rain from beating them to death. Then they heard it the cracking of the tree that would soon lead to Dixies freedom and Honeys death. Dixie saw it in the nick of time and sidestepped avoiding the the collision however Honey was to slow and the massive oak tree landed on her breaking her little meager frame. She lay before Dixie nickering in pain that soon quieted to the sound of deaths call. Dixie stayed by her sister until morning hoping waiting that everything would be all right. The morning came and Dixie witnessed the true extent of the stom it had taken her sisters life and now she saw her gateway to freedom as she looked at the pasture and saw the tree had also taken out the fence. Dixie looked one then twice and she bolted like a bat out of hell scaling the fence to her freedom never looking back to that old life she had. She had a new adventure waiting for her in the Mists of Penori and she entered the mist and her life was changed forever he destiny was just beginning anew. Will she find love will she find death noone knows except for Dixie herself but what will be the outcome of her life....
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 14, 2008 11:08:10 GMT -5
Name:Rana- meaning Beautiful object which catches ones eye
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian
Age: 10
Side: Light
Pelt Color:Silver
Markings: 4 white socks and black legs with a pink/ white colored lip
Mane and Tail:pure black
Eye Color: dark brown
Height: 14.2 hands
Build: Slender
Mate: Risk
Foals: Stetson & Cowboy
Physical Description: Rana stands at approximatly 14.2 hands high and has a very slender build and long slender legs. Her breed is speacialy designed for running and being able to run in the desert area os the Arabia. Her eyes are the color of dark chocolate the rich so rich creamy kind. Her mane and tail are the color of straight black no hints of any other color. Her body is not even aged really she looked so young and alive her rare color standing out among the varieties of greys and Chesnuts.
Mental Description: Rana is very solemn and expresses her feelings greatly if she is in need of too. She is sometimes a little overly emotional. She is loving, kind, friendly, and anytime she loves making new friends any day, she has a motherly streak to her as well always has. She has somewhat of a very patient strenght also darks shouldnt take her as weak she is strong willed and very stubborn set and will do as her heart desires of her.
Likes: Sunsets, Sunrises, the smell of rain in the air, Thunder storm, Rainbows.
Dislikes: Darks, Irritating biting flies, stallions who are over confident, muggy water, predators
Fears: dying, living a lonely life, never producing a foal
Hopes: to belong, finding her one true love
Dreams: Her dreams is to find a herd and mate and produce a foal
Goals: Find a herd maybe even perhaps become lead mare
History: Rana was born in the deserts of Arabia to a grey mare named Starlight her father was a black stallion named Dedrick thats all she knows of her young childhood. Rana was a very small filly and she was weak when she was born and of a rare coat color making her highly valuable. During a hot humid night in the deserts raiders came upon she and her mom and they took poor Rana into camp to be raised to run in the thousand mile races that were held each year in Arabia.
During her short young life as a filly she was beaten and worked into shape to be one of the most beautiful fillies ever then came the time for her to be broke at the age of two she wouldnt allow them to mount until one day they tied her. She wouldnt allow her will to be broke she wanted to be free from the grasps of man wanted once again to feel the warmth of her mother. Finally a rider rode her and she feared her spirit had finally broken her pride and her love to be free. She was placed in the thousand mile race a merely the age of three she wasnt really green broke but her tall slender frame made her quick and agile and surefooted and she had the stamina and endurance to put the great 15 hand stallions beside her to shame. When the gun went off she knew it was time for her to be free and she broke into the lead at a flat out run banners and tassles flying freely. All that was ahead of her was her thrown rider and many miles of sandy dunes and her freedom. Her saddle had been removed as well as her bridle. Her color shown brightly. She pushed herself into her limits and finally made it to a land full of land of mist.
During her travels she aged quickly her light hearted ways to be free. She stood out in herds and always had stallions snuffling around her tail. Though now she knew what the land of mists was a place where horses could be free and be run like the mustangs of old in the legends. She was in the Mists of Penori a place where she belonged and always would a place she could call home finally after ten long years of hell.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 11, 2008 19:35:00 GMT -5
Name: Anaiu
Gender: Female
Breed: Timber wolf
Age: 5 years
Side: Intergrated
Fur Color: pure white
Markings: pink skin on her ears and her paw pads are pink to.
Eye Color: sea blue (green and some blue)
Size/Build: slender but bulky with intense muscles
Physical Description: Anaiu is a female Timber wolf. Who was born during the spring months. Her pelt is a thick and fluffy snow white. Anaiu has her reason for going intergrated soon you shall know. She is marked with jagged scars about her muzzle from a previous fight with her mother. She has pink skin underneath all that fur and her nose and lips are lined black. Her eyes are a wild color depending on her mood she had either green or blue eyes however they tend to be mixed most of the time.
Mental Description: Quick-witted, loyal, brave and a little and patient but kind and caring when the situation calls for it. souldnt be taken lightly, and not exactly the one to agree with anyone. She is very determined at anything she does and will almost never give up. If the time calls for it she will protect her family and friend to death and most certainly bring the other wolf down with her. Anaiu can be trusted as you will find out she is motherly and sisterly in many ways and gets along with everyone darks and lights alike Anaiu has a certain air about her like leave her alone and thens he had a certain inner beauty that says please talk to me I need a friend.
Likes: sunsets, sunrises, rain, snow, fall, and the beginning of spring
Dislikes:whores, bastards, slaves, horny males, wenches.
Fears: to die, for her mother to haunt her in her dreams, to never find love.
Hopes: to meet that special someone, to have a litter of pups
Dreams: to become an alphess
Goals: to be an alphess
History: I was born into this desolate and hateful world. In the few month of my life I learned my mother was out to kill me and my siblings. Soon the years passed and I grew older and wiser among my years I had lived. My mother felt the need for her to obtain her dominance over me but I wouldnt be a subordinate so easily so I challenged her authority. Needless to say I won but without a cost she killed my siblings in a blind rage but in the end I killed her for all the wrong deeds she commited and by doing that I was run from my pack saying I was a murderer and in turn of that I figured myself their savior they were so stupid as to what my mother had been doing behind all their backs she had ruthlessly slaughtered my father months before blaming it on a bear attack. However I had witness her attack and so she sought for me and after her gruesome death I fled my desolate homelands to come to this wonderful place called Penori and I hoped to find a new life and perhaps even a love.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 14, 2008 18:32:13 GMT -5
Name: Komi (Neutral Guardian od Questing in Desert)
Gender: Stallion
Age: Unknown
Breed: Thoroughbred X Mustang
Position: Fallen's neutral guardian (will be explained later) and quest master in the Desert of Illusive Sands
Short Physical Description: On the short side but with a sleek and powerful build and long legs that carry him swiftly. His coat is black swirled with deep violet. His mane and tail are gold in color, his hooves metalic purple (a lighter shade than his swirls) and his eyes silver.
Short Mental Description: Currently (at this moment in the plot) he is sort of confused. He switches between emotions and alliances, never staying the same place: dark, light, and neutral. So who is depends on what he is at the point in time and it could change in a blink.
Brief History: Komi was one of the rare ones that were actually loved. He was raised by an older man and his only daughter, both alone in the world but drawn close by their love of animals, especially horses. They were always so gentle and kind, taking it nice and easy when he was worried or frightened, never pushing him farther than what he could comfortably bare. They loved him and he knew it and did his best to act in the proper manner that would please them. But one day the barn caught on fire, nobody knew the cause of it. The daughter ran in to save him, but in his fear he knocked her to the side and trampled her. He doesn't know how he managed to escape the flames, having wanted so badly to return to his stall and cower in the corner. But when it was all over him and the old man stared at the burnt and charred ruins of my home. The daughter never made it out, and he felt it was all his fault. After that neither of them was the same and after being sold a couple times he ended up in the country where he slipped out of the fence one day, planning to find something that would end the misery of a broken heart. But Fallen found him, all alone, and took him in. He became the stallion's neutral guardian and was loyal up until the day they all vanished from Penori.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 15, 2008 19:14:26 GMT -5
Name: Odette
Gender:fae
Breed: Timber wolf
Age:4 summers
Side:neutral
Fur Color: a milky white
Markings: brown tips on her ears and end of her tail and
Eye Color: emerald green
Size/Build: she is slender yet is bulky
Physical Description: Odette is exactly as it says shes as sweet and deadly as she sounds. Odette is of the female gender and comes from the great generation of timber wolves. She has lived for exactly 4 summers. Her heart is as neutral as anything she doesnt let wolves control her sides she hates that. She has a small head and a long but deadly muzzle and her body however may be large but still she is a deadly however she is a hell of a lot quicker than Oblivion and she know it and loves the fact that she is. Her eyes are the color of a dark green emerald and they are like the summer green of the sweet grass.
Mental Description: Odette is very much sane and uses her thinking skills against friends and foes alike. She has a tendency to be somewhat moody making her complain alot and then you have her happy side which is the loveable playful Odette who acts like a love struck puppy. Whatever her sister found in watching animals die for fun she didnt she thought it was cruel and she kills for food not for fun. She is easy to get along with and chooses to do what she likes. She has somewhat of a short attention span and is way more trustworthy than her sister who is likely to tear your throat out than be your friend.
Likes: flowers, sunny days, crystal clear streams, shiney objects, stars
Dislikes: her sisters impatience, dying animals, crows, bullies, whores
Fears: to grow old, to die, to never complete her goals
Hopes: become alphess, to one day become a mother
Dreams: to live and to someday die
Goals: to fall in love and hopefully become alphess
History: Oblivion & Odette have the exact same past cause they were inseparable at birth them being the only pups in the litter. They soon grew into lively pups which were rambunctious and loved to get into trouble and become severly scolded by their mother and father who were alphas of their former. However as they were going on to their second year of life disaster happened Oblivion and Odette lost their mother to a forest fire. As the days after the fire drug along Oblivion and Odettes father went into a deep depression state where he just didnt even care anymore so he moped around so long he didnt do his alpha duties like keeping the pack safe. The day came the girls turned three it was during the harsh winter of that year and they were cold and starving being drug into something more than a time of depression food had become scrace and one by one their pack members fell from either disease or starvation. Their pack soon went down when Oblivion, Odette, and their father were left. The confronted him told him they should leave he told them they couldnt he wouldnt allow them he seemed in a crazed state. So he attacked him them soon finding out they he had contracted rabies from a skunk. So they ran for their lives fear and death sticking to their coats making all wolves they crossed in their escape angry and thinking them infected. Soon very soon when they were malnourished they came upon a new mysterious land the land of Penori and everything changed. The sisters began fighting and soon they broke up and went their separate but each knowing their paths would meet again and it would be a very happy reunion but for now it wasnt.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 29, 2008 11:59:28 GMT -5
Name: Prestige - plot wolfy
Gender: Male
Breed: full bred Timber wolf
Age:5 years
Side: intergrated leaning more towards the dark
Fur Color: smokey grey
Markings: white,black, tips
Eye Color: Hazel
Size/Build: large and very masculine
Physical Description: I am a male born within five winter of my life. So cruel yet I contain the blood of my forefathers those of the timber wolves. My coat is the sweet color of smoke like when trees are done after a fire just nothing but dark ash. I am marked with white black tips from my snout to my tip of the tail. I am very large so masculine yet so large I could very well crush the skull of another being. I see through Hazel eyes which are so dark green with blue that you can pretty much see to my very soul but what you may find there is somethign of a surprise.
Mental Description: Iam cruel hateful to the very being of my soul. However if you search hard enough maybe you can see the light in me though it is shrouded in a thick and heavy fog. I see myself as an outcast of somesort I am not the same as other I am a bastard son I never knew my father so due to that I was raised with upmost hate and so i became exactly what my mother feared a killer. I can truly be trust I shall have your back if you have however if you turn your back on me then I do the same you must be loyal as to I to you.
Likes: fems, cooling breezes, winter, ocean sounds, life
Dislikes:his father, his mother, spring, whores, bi polar
Fears: to die, to be able to fall in love, to actually live like he wants
Hopes:to perhaps be an alpha, to find her or a female suiting him...
Dreams: to find peace with himself
Goals: to become alpha of a land
History: I was born in mid november when the snow first began to touch the earth. I felt cold and insecure until I felt my mothers touch she was so gentle yet until I opened my eyes I saw her for what she really was a beaten slave raped by a rogue. Now here I was in the depths of winter to live out my life the son of a bastard. I grew from a pup to an adolescent I was outcasted still I was considered a slave and treated like pack trash after all it wasnt my fault. From then I grew into something more a hateful bastard probably just like my father within weeks I slipped away into the darkness to never ever step foot into something a slave again. I would become something more I could lead I knew I could and even find her that special someone with a nice smile and eyes that lit up and perhaps make me smile for once in my life. I made my way to Penori and here I am hopefully someone will love me for me and perhaps take me for who I am and not make me into something i could never be this is where I will start my new life.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Dec 29, 2008 12:00:04 GMT -5
Name: Mirage
Gender: Female
Breed: full blood timber
Age: 3 months now 3
Side: light
Fur Color: sandy brown
Markings: cream undertones with a hint of dark brown
Eye Color: chocolate
Size/Build: small and slender
Physical Description: Mirage is a petite female pup who has barely made into her third month of life and is throughly enjoying it. She is the color of rich sand and she had creamy undertones marking her body with dark brown streak throughout her peltage. She resides with the lights and have never been shown the other paths for she was never given the chance in her life. She looks through bright chocolate pools making them seem almost amber in the sunlight.
Mental Description: She is mentally sane that good for such a young pup. She hasnt been taught the basics of life but she know enought to get by. She is arrogant and alittle priss always wanting her way. However deep down little Mirage is something os a wonder she is so lost and confused that she doesnt know what she wants out of life. She feels alone all the time and just wants to befriend everytime but her attitude being somewhat of a snob get in the way. She is very brave for being the runt and is very very curious at such a young age. Has a very vivid imagination and loves to play however other see her differently and treat her like she is some type of disease. She is very sly and very cute natured but dont let it fool you shes got a nasty temper at times and she is oh so impatient.
Likes: dreaming, sunsets, sunrises, family, waterfalls
Dislikes: bugs, rainy days, being picked at, being alone, deserts
Fears: dying, never finding a family, never finding a friend
Hopes: to grow up, to find a friend
Dreams: to find a pack
Goals: to find a true friend that she can confide in
History: Mirage was born in the late spring. Though tragedy struck soon after her mother suffering hemorrhaging to the point she bled to death. From there on Mirage and her brother Sito were cared for my a seragant mother. They aged well that is until a dark pack attacked her light pack for more land and due to the fact her land was lush and thriving with life and their wasnt so they threw them out. However the lights didnt give up the fought to the end. Mirage brother was killed with a male wolf made it into the den he had been trying to protect her. However Mirage has been saved so bravely from her father. Her seregant mother grabbed her and ran for their lives and she saw none of her family since. They arrived to a misty area or rather mysterious place. She had been out minding her own business by the makeshift den her 'mother' had made when she went to go hunt and then she heard it the sonic boom and the smell of fire and gunpowder. Mirage hid and waited for her 'mother'. Days went by and Mirage knew her seragant mother wasnt coming back she crawled her meak body out of the den and made her way into the mists of penori. So she hoped to make a new life and find someone who could care for her.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Jan 2, 2009 15:01:04 GMT -5
Name: Banshee
Gender: Mare
Breed: Irish Draught Horse
Age: 6 yrs
Side: Neutral
Pelt Color: Dark black
Markings:none
Mane and Tail: solid black
Eye Color: like dried blood
Height: 16 hands flat
Build: powerful
Physical Description: She is the color of fine soot. She stands approximatly sixteen hands no taller no shorter. She sides with the neutral because she is unsure of her path. Her eyes are the color of warm drying blood making them seem off. She has no marking upon her lush coat because it was bred into her due to markings were undesireable. She had lived for six straight years no more no less as she isnt in the mood to get older or younger however she is young dont take her lightly. Her build is tall and powerful making her slightly more able than other horse shes a jumper meaning she has show and class and not only that the brains to get things done.
Mental Description: Banshee carries a bad trait about her she has a bit of Deja vu but of Death and whats to come its how she contained her name. Even though she is neutral she has light traits more so often yet she chooses to hide them due to the face she wasnt raised to show feeling but some things you cant break and Banshee likes to express her feelings. She is loyal, Trustworthy, quick witted, powerful in mind as that is her key. She tends to be timid and sometimes shy however she is most often very quiet but her words hold wisdom many years from her. She is very determined at anything she does and will almost never give up. If the time calls for it she will protect her family and friend to death and most certainly bring the other horse or wolf down with her.
Likes: sunsets, sunrises, rain, snow, fall, and the beginning of spring
Dislikes: Darks, Irritating biting flies, stallions who are over confident, muggy water, predators
Fears: to grow old, to die, to never complete her goals
Hopes: to belong, finding her one true love
Dreams: she always wanted to be a leader of some sort
Goals: to become lead mare
History: Banshee was born in Ireland as you probably noted the name. The banshee , from the Irish bean sí ("woman of the '" or "woman of the fairy mounds") is a female spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld. With that lets begin with the rest of the HIstory. She was born to be bred into halter showmanship as well as dressage which she carried out with upmost duty of her parents before her who were bred champion. Unlike her she was used for breeding and with that came a price she wouldnt let the studs mount her. Due to that she was shipped to a slaughter horse due to not being able to breed and hurting a leg in a jumping contest due to the rider who yanked to hard on her reins making her trip and fall. Her leg healed but that was when she was placed in a slaughter horse. During her time there they put them out in a paddock those waiting for their deaths to come shortly. During her stay she examined the jumps of the railing probably six feet high or less. So she planned to jump it when they came after her. She cleared it with ease and was out for her freedom at a break neck pace never stopping till she reached Penori and this is where it brought her noone knows where I path will lead.
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Mar 7, 2009 14:24:36 GMT -5
Name: Kirah
Gender: female
Breed: Timber
Age: 4
Side: Light
Fur Color: golden with cream undertones
Markings: white tips on her tail and ears
Eye Color: Amber
Size/Build: very slender
Mate: Desoto - Arctic Fang
Pups: none
Physical Description: She is very slender yet she is strong do not take her lightly and had been around for 4 winters. Her eyes are the color of a deep rich amber. Her coloring is highly unusual and somewhat of a rarity a rich set golden color with white tips and cream undertones to fill out her frame. She sides with the lights and wont never change it. She was born of the timber and always will and nothing will change that.
Mental Description: is very solemn and expresses her feelings greatly if she is in need of too. She is sometimes a little overly emotional. She is loving, kind, friendly, and anytime she loves making new friends any day, she has a motherly streak to her as well always has. She has somewhat of a very patient strenght also darks shouldnt take her as weak she is strong willed and very stubborn set and will do as her heart desires of her.Quick-witted, loyal, brave and trustworthy on top of that she is the wolf for you. She is very passionate about herself and others around her so if you befriend this sweeet wolf keep in mind she will be the best friend you will ever have.
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b]Likes:[/b] love, oceans, and all the sun sets, and sun rises she witnesses, Thunder storms Dislikes: bugs, mud, darks, whores, bad dispositions Fears: dying, living a lonely life, never having a litter Hopes: to belong, finding her one true love Dreams: Her dreams is to find a pack and mate and produce a litter Goals: find that someone History: Her history isnt much. She was born into a family of wolves. Though as she grew things started changing and people began to invade in their territory. Soon there wasnt much left but she and her mother and father and siblings. They soon began to fall victim to poison all her siblings first and then her mother. Then it was just she and her father. They held together until someone complained that had a rabid animal about the place but really it wasnt so the human came out to where she and her father were staying. Surely they could see they were not rabid however her father attacked in an action to protect his last remaining daughter and it turned fatal for the old brute and he was gunned down immediatly without hesitation. The human came after her then guns raised and she ran for her life and barely escaping with her life intact. She made her way into the woods and never stopped running and she finally stop after arriving in Penori as her body gave out to exhaustion. Friends and Family already at MoP: none Picture:  Secret Password: rejoice in the mysteries of life [/color]
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