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It smells of autumn, the weather prepares for the cold and gradually the flowers are replaced by orange tints. The jade forest of the Arboretum changed from green to yellow fire from the foliage. The wind blowing in the Valley of the Four Winds carries them away through a bamboo forest, foggy as milk. During this season, the Pandaren usually prepare for harvest and store for the winter, except for those living in the eternally warm Halfhill.
At the coast of Binan, fishermen were actively catching and catching fish, since now the golden perch and large river carp that have gone down are spawning. Binan was a village high above the water level, in the cold plains and tundra terrain, framed by huge cliffs and the great Kun-Lai mountains covered with snow caps. Cold winds blew right there into this village, foreshadowing the coming cold.
"Honey, did you get the outfit we ordered for our anniversary?" asked the pandaren of the pandaren, sitting at his desk, watching her comb the fur, sitting in her underwear. The girl is combing her red flanks, removing the extra undercoat on her coat, smoothing out her brown coat. On the breast, she was lighter and white, like her face. It was slightly creamy in color, like a transition from brown. "It's been ten years now, Hon. Tell me, have I gotten any better?" she asked her husband, turning to him. All the same, she was ashamed of her body, which had no living place. Her body was covered under six rows of small scars that adorned her body, everywhere. Her shoulders, arms and hands were covered with battle scars from demonic claws and melee weapons. The husband straightened his long hair, with the first gray curls on his shoulders, coming closer and hugged her by her wide feminine hips. As he touched, he felt like a series of small scars hidden under the fur slid down her combed red flanks. "- Well Ten ', stop! I just combed them out!"
"- I just want to try and understand how my beloved, red-haired sides of Ako are prettier." said Tenzo, aiming at her temple, letting go.
After getting dressed and dressed up, Ako chose her new outfit, and Tenzo her Grand Master's uniform. “Se'Shu! Are you dressed?” Asked the father of the Chanting Mists family. Little boy, the pandaren came down in his festive sky blue suit, the colors of the sky and water. "- Yes, yes, pa '! I run like a tiger!" answered by tapping his paws down the stairs. He jumped down the stairs into the hands of the Pope. In everything, he simply adored his father and such a jump from the stairs to him while he was still small was normal. The father picked up his son in his arms and then let him go to the ground, jokingly remarking: "- You are my brown tiger cub. Let's put on sakhi and let's go already."
Leaving, already on the street with the whole family, the Chanting of the Mists came to the festival of the village of Binan. The whole village knew the Great Master and welcomed and was glad to see their chief physician and doctor of the village. Thanks to his knowledge of Pandaren medicine, he has been treating and saving the lives of victims for ten years and this family is famous for his father. His title and veteran status, the wars with the Burning Legion, were also respected. The little son won to his day with the permission of the parents, while the adults in the villages sit down at the adult table. From the kitchen poured the smell of caught fish and meat, various vegetables. There will also be fireworks from the White Spark.
Autor of OC - My.
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It smells of autumn, the weather prepares for the cold and gradually the flowers are replaced by orange tints. The jade forest of the Arboretum changed from green to yellow fire from the foliage. The wind blowing in the Valley of the Four Winds carries them away through a bamboo forest, foggy as milk. During this season, the Pandaren usually prepare for harvest and store for the winter, except for those living in the eternally warm Halfhill.
At the coast of Binan, fishermen were actively catching and catching fish, since now the golden perch and large river carp that have gone down are spawning. Binan was a village high above the water level, in the cold plains and tundra terrain, framed by huge cliffs and the great Kun-Lai mountains covered with snow caps. Cold winds blew right there into this village, foreshadowing the coming cold.
"Honey, did you get the outfit we ordered for our anniversary?" asked the pandaren of the pandaren, sitting at his desk, watching her comb the fur, sitting in her underwear. The girl is combing her red flanks, removing the extra undercoat on her coat, smoothing out her brown coat. On the breast, she was lighter and white, like her face. It was slightly creamy in color, like a transition from brown. "It's been ten years now, Hon. Tell me, have I gotten any better?" she asked her husband, turning to him. All the same, she was ashamed of her body, which had no living place. Her body was covered under six rows of small scars that adorned her body, everywhere. Her shoulders, arms and hands were covered with battle scars from demonic claws and melee weapons. The husband straightened his long hair, with the first gray curls on his shoulders, coming closer and hugged her by her wide feminine hips. As he touched, he felt like a series of small scars hidden under the fur slid down her combed red flanks. "- Well Ten ', stop! I just combed them out!"
"- I just want to try and understand how my beloved, red-haired sides of Ako are prettier." said Tenzo, aiming at her temple, letting go.
After getting dressed and dressed up, Ako chose her new outfit, and Tenzo her Grand Master's uniform. “Se'Shu! Are you dressed?” Asked the father of the Chanting Mists family. Little boy, the pandaren came down in his festive sky blue suit, the colors of the sky and water. "- Yes, yes, pa '! I run like a tiger!" answered by tapping his paws down the stairs. He jumped down the stairs into the hands of the Pope. In everything, he simply adored his father and such a jump from the stairs to him while he was still small was normal. The father picked up his son in his arms and then let him go to the ground, jokingly remarking: "- You are my brown tiger cub. Let's put on sakhi and let's go already."
Leaving, already on the street with the whole family, the Chanting of the Mists came to the festival of the village of Binan. The whole village knew the Great Master and welcomed and was glad to see their chief physician and doctor of the village. Thanks to his knowledge of Pandaren medicine, he has been treating and saving the lives of victims for ten years and this family is famous for his father. His title and veteran status, the wars with the Burning Legion, were also respected. The little son won to his day with the permission of the parents, while the adults in the villages sit down at the adult table. From the kitchen poured the smell of caught fish and meat, various vegetables. There will also be fireworks from the White Spark.
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