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Ample make this nest,
Make this nest with Let it lie in spite.
In it lie Cradled in his tattered broken egg,
Made ruins ruin on first flight.
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Be the branches poison,
Decaying Decay set in their cores .
Let no song nor holy early light,
Warm his thinning caws.
[[File:Battlesheep2.jpg|200px|thumb|left|''The Battlesheep in its natural habitat'']]
After eating some amazing lamb kebabs at an old and battered but dirty yet homely Turkish restaurant, Kyrin wondered aloud what a sheep would look like if could join the military. He almost immediately regretted it. But not before playing a friendly game of checkers with the Battlesheep that suddenly appeared out from behind the counter. Kyrin won (naturally) but the Battlesheep got really angry and opened fire on Fyurie. Fyurie has since recovered but she could never again eat lamb chops without first making sure there were no scanning the room for checkerboards in the vicinity. Silly Fyurie.

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