[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Marshland - The Fall[/color][/center]
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He gave the woman a sideways look of utter confusion before shaking his head to both throw the water out of his hair and clear it. “[color=ff00f5]You are fokked if you think I’m going fall for that.  That blerrie whack to the head I got klapped me out again!  I ain’t na damn kid, just say ya drug me along![/color]”

“[color=8493ca]Glad you’re ok...[/color]”

The otter stopped, hearing the man speak, and looked over at the oddly scaled hand.  It was obvious he was hesitant to touch it, after an awkward moment the boy grabbed it as if ripping off a band-aid.  “[color=ff00f5]Least the dop ya lent loosened the muscles up.  Prolly woulda snapped a leg without it. … Dankie.[/color]”