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**Khash!** ** Doma!** Two soul-names wrapped themselves -- and their thunderstruck owners -- around and through each other. There before the Mother Tree Axehand and Tallow stood silently transfixed. His brand new axe and her half finished candles lay scattered on the ground, forgotten. The moment was framed by a growing collection of elves and wolves, their daily routines lost in the power of the moment. Axehand raised an eyebrow. Tallow smirked. Without comment, he lifted her up by the waist, draped her over his shoulder like a rolled bearskin, and carried her off into the nearest den. The crowd cheered.
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Chris/ One-Leg
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