Central New Year 2 Pt1 The Fun begins...

Creeper vines ran thick and untamed up the pillars, and all the ground we walked on was moss like. a giant pair of oak trees stood either side of the entrance, and salbar leapt onto one, and climbed up, feeling much more at home.

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The Dying Game

The bridge was crusty with moss and lichen, the green and yellow reminding her of disease ridden flesh, something that ate away at the outside of a fur while the inside lost the will to live.

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An ottery sleeping bag

One elbow lay on the otter's furry cheek and billy's head rested on a soft patch of moss just outside its jaws. it wasn't to remain outside for very long.

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Ash and Song Chapter Four

“the scholar wrote that some mosses glow faintly under moonlight,” he continued. “i’m not sure if that part is true, but i’d love to find some someday.” toryn studied him quietly.

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Arc 1 - Ephraim - 7: The Seasons Past

"it's much too late to try that ephraim, i heard you talking and the moss says it's you. the plants have been watching you all morning."

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Moonlight in Vermont (Chapter 1)

Just a little moss in the wrong place and you'll be finished, but there's no moss. you glance back to shannon. "two shots for trouble!" she barks. "two shots." you lunge for the barn. the water tugs again. this time you stumble, but there's the door.

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The darkness rises

In the center sat a large blanket of moss, i figured this was the same moss that furest had in her den.

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In the silence of night

Wanting fresh air i leave the comfort of my den to the morest moss at the entrance. still cloudy, but quite nice. injoying the night, listoning to the wind in the trees.

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Wild Rose Country - Chapter 9

moss and lichen had gained a foothold on the primordial rock and had crawled across the face of the cliff, adding a touch of colour to bland granite.

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Embers of Dawn: Chapter 12: Soft Places, Sharp Edges

The gryphon padded across the layered rugs in silence, every step muffled by moss-thread and woven velvet. the warmth of the hearth reached for them like a waiting embrace. “mmm... smells nice."

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Elemental Guardians and The Ring of Fire

Flametail padded off opposite the direction she took, keeping an eye out for moss.

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