-The World tell us, a collection of EBA stories- Open!

[C-ren]

Welcome!

Hello my dear readers, I am C-ren. But please call me Ren or whatever is to your fancy.
You might be wondering what this is, or at the most what is it's purpose. I will gladly inform you.
I will host here a collection of stories from the planet that contains Eros Beauty Animals! (EBAs)
For each character entered you will see a small collection of their stories, whether it be how you came to find the adoptble, a history of its young or adult life and maybe it's wonderous adventures!
Now , what are EBA's? Well please click here to be teleported into Idengartz, the EBA adoption agency. Here you will learn all about EBAs and their owners, and maybe even get to adopt one!
Something else you should know too, this a book that 'hosts' stories. Meaning that if you own an EBA you can write about them and I'll post their stories here!
And this is how the magic begins. Thank you for reading, if this has caught your interest, by all means read on!

Flipping the Page- Contents-

First Page (You are here): Introduction-Link to Idengartz-Information on this thread- table of contents-

Second Page: Rules-Member/Writers/Contributers- Extra Information

Third Page: EBW Stories

Fourth Page: EBS Stories

Fifth Page: EBCC Stories

Sixth Page: Deformity Stories

7th Page: Tartan Stories

8th Page: Art Plates

9th Page: Beyond Recognition (Conclusion) - Sister Links - Stamps - Fanart-

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Second Page: Our Rules

Here in this page lies my rules and our members. At the bottom here you will find the form to join our little book!

Rules

Follow our grand website's rules. Click here to see them.

Use common sense , if you please.

No chat speak , if you are a foreign member please do not hesitate to ask me for help on writing. I'm also spanish so if you are as well I can very well help you all the more.

In your writing, do not include profanity (cursing, swearing) nudity or any such related themes, violent deaths (if a character is dead or is meant to have a death it is suggested you keep it to natural causes.), gore (minor cuts , as obtained in battles or accidents are permitted. Just don't write any excessive blood in.) , racism , or anything CS does not permit. Be aware that some themes can molest other people. Remember other people's feelings are in play here.

Remember to submit by chapters!

You must have an EBA to join in. Remember to adopt one at Idengartz!

You may help other users but it is recommended that you let the same Mods from Idengartz to do their job here.

No spamming. Please just post things related to this book. Adopting goes in Indengartz and chatting goes in Indengartz chat. f you just want to talk with me for a while , my pm box is always open for you.

Respect everyone in this thread. If there is a user breaking rules, contact me by pm. If it is serious, contact a CS moderator.

PM me the stories , we dont want the same story twice in this thread. It makes things messy and confusing.

If you would like to make an art plate for your story, feel free to do so! We would love to see how you demonstrate your story!

You may by all means create art for a story located here. If you own an EBA but are writing for another user's story , pm the art plate to them for approval. If you are not a member it will be submitted as fan art!

Any questions, once again, post here or pm me.

Anyone is able to submit a poem, it will be in the fanart page (post)

If you feel that any other rule should be added, please say so.

Our Members and Contributors

Founder and Contributor of art plates : C-ren

Writer and Artist: Kiwis

Story and Poem Writer: Hott

Art Plate Contributor: WBS

Forms And some Little bits of Extra Info

Around Idengartz you will learn all the terminology you will need to know to get accustomed here,
But for those who were posting recently you will notice some of the new EBWs being 'demons' and guardians'.
So here is ome info on them,

Demon- Protectors of a certain group of EBAs, they have the special ability of controlling you if it is neccessary to save your life , hence their name. Other than that they are not 'demonic' in any way at all. They are meant to help others. They are often troubled and depressed as your EBAs problems will concern them most of the time. Remember to be happy!

Guardians- Protectors of a massive amount of EBAs, often regions of the planet. They are soley concerned with the well-being of the mass often forgetting about themselves. They also protect the Demon EBWs when they are currently controlling their own protectees.

Frisks- A mysterious breed of both Demon and Guardian blood. Their purpose and appearance are not defined at this point.

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Page Three: The Wolves' Stories

Here the stories of your EBWs will reside. And here others may read about them. Enjoy!

Oreo Vaughn WhiteClouds

-Oreo-
The warm spring breeze was silently flowing through the gardens, bringing life to every creature, plant, and brook. Another peacful day for the creatures residing peacfully here.
A young white colored wolf with queer black and blue markings yawned lazily as the the spring sun warmed his fur. He had been up late last night trying to catch a climpse of the big lights that shimmered like stars at the entrance of the Metal Forest. he had consequently gotten to tired and bedded in a nearby soft brush bush.
The Metal Forest was forbidden for every creature in Aracaras' Gardens, it's massive metal structures and various objects moving at high velocity were a danger to them, he had once solemly said. The leader was always very strict when it came to this unknown land, all his subjects respected his word as soon as it was out of his mouth.
But the young canine , Vaughn WhiteClouds , was not even near paying attention to his leader, he considered himself an outsider and a free wolf. Other wolves considered him strange for his patterns, and disdainful for his lazy attitude. It was rare not to find a hard-working animal in the Gardens.
The sun bathed WhiteCloud's body as he gingerly stood from his resting postion , coloring his black and blue thunder cloud pattern on his hip. He turned to gaze at it silently for a few moments.
His father had asked the High Spirits, when Vaughn was born, to give him the power of lighting as he had. The day had been cloudy and as his mate, [name], gave birth to her first pup, a powerful blast of explosive thunder rumbled in the sky.
As WhiteClouds grew older , the pattern of the mighty thunder cloud Spirit took form, granting him the power of the mighty lightings from the essence of the Spirits. His father had been very proud those years WhiteClouds was in his care, an honour for him for the spirits to have head his request.
Vaughn trotted towars the MetalForest's gates lazily. He had been warned of strange creatures, denominated humans, bi-ped furless creatures.
He remembered Arucaras' comment on how these humans resembled more advanced forms of the ordinary Wood Primates , with a cheerful snort.
He could be so ridiculous sometimes, thought WhiteClouds.

He stopped short as he reached the massive stone gate. the gate was old and crumbly,
"I bet I could blast this gate easily, the way it is" , muttered Vaughn.
No matter how hard he tried the large stone gate was still overwhelming to all of the inhabitants of the Garden. But Vaughn pretended to be indifferent at the rock every time he came to pass it.
Suddenly, as WhiteClouds was retreating from the gate, he heard a voice.
"Arucaras will be very angry I bet.", the voice sighed, and then continued, "If he sees me after all these moons, he won't be very happy at all..." , the voice stopped as it came to the gate in which Vaughn as quick as he could scurry, jumped into a nearby bush, his heart beating wildly. All he could determine in those few seconds was that the voice was female.
How does she know Araucaras? What is she doing beyond the gate?! Oh god, how am I gonna get out of here if she comes in the Gardens, she'll smell my fear scent!
All these things ran rapidly through WhiteClouds frantic mind as he tried to make himself less visible in the bush. With as less noise as possible, he managed to get comfortable and peek though though the lush green leaves of the bush.
His heart skipped beats as he saw a hand, not a hand he had seen around the gardens, HUMAN hands wrapped themselves around the metal bars at the entrance of the gate.
Vaughn managed to sustain a groan as the hands, a beautiful delicate color of white , pulled open the lock and the gate opened with a loud metallic screech. Vaughn lowered his ears and gritted his fangs at the sound , it was high-pitched and very annoying in his ears.
A few seconds past and his rigid body relaxed as the the gate ceased making the awful noise, but he started feeling the adrenaline as he waited for the human's next course of action.
All silence was lost as he sucked in a lungfull of cold air , the human had walked in hesitatingly as if fearing something , then stopped short when she heard WhiteCloud's gasp.

The human...what...what is this. Why do I feel all warm and embaressed?! Vaughn struggled to understand his thoughts. He had first seen her legs, covered in a rough black material that was long and went up to her ankles. Her feet were strangly disformes to Vaughn, they were a faded baby blue and pointy and had this long stick at the back.
He then suddenly remembered Arucaras remarks on how humans kept them selves warm without fur, they used clothing made of various materials and colors. What Whiteclouds thought were deformed feet, were actually a type of foot protector.
He then elevated his sights and saw that a brown strap material was holding the rough black leg clothing. Higher up was a a smoother , hot pink clothing material that covered her chest, it had white swirl patterns at the neck of the cloth.
But Vaughn kept his eyes on her face. It was soft and oval shaped and held the most beautiful aquamarine eyes Vaughn had ever had the fortune to see. Her lips were full and her short flowing hair was a bubblegum pink.
Interrupting his confused thoughts was her smooth and surprised voice.
"Who's there? ..... Arucaras? Is that you? It's me Aries."
She searched around the entrance of the gardens as WhiteClouds desperately tried to hold his breath and keep his fear scent at bay.
His heart pounded like a million hammers as she neared where he was hiding, he shut his eyes and tried not to exsist. He was afraid and he was confused with all these new and different feelings he was having.
Who is she? She said her name was Aries, but what is she doing here. Who does Arucaras know a human? Maybe he's been hiding this secret all along! Man , her face was so soft and perfect. Those eyes were really something, I've never seen such beautiful eyes...
Vaughn let out a sigh as he thought, and suddenly realizing his mistake he opened his eyes frantically. There it was. The face he was admiring was a few inches away from his own, full of surprise and confusion.
With a yelp WhiteCloud lept out like a flying fish out of the bush when strong hands wrapped around his waist.
He twisted and growled as much as he could ignoring the calming sounds from the human. Arucaras had warned him about the gate and a fool he was not to listen. He writhed with rage until a new scent filled his nostrils. A course object was shoved into his mouth and the human's strong hands pushed his head down to forcefully make him chew the object.
Vaughn continued to writhe against the pressure on his skull and swallowed the mysterious thing, which he was now realizing was actually some type of food.
The arms quickly flew off his head as he heard the pink haired human scurry to her feet. Vaughn just lied were he was exhausted and defeated, panting without sign of stopping. His mind was still trying to process what had happened.
Only then did he taste the deliciousness of the food that was forced into his mouth. It was sweet and crumbly, and yet also there was this subtle creamyness. He leapt to his feet to search for more of the delicacy. His panting had stopped as quickly as it had come and he half-spinned around as he remembered the human.
She was looking at him with wide aquamarine eyes, still shocked at finding a wolf in a bush. She quickly shook her head and lowered into a crouch.
"Don't worry I just gave you a chocolate cookie to calm you down." She neared him slowly.
Vaughn took a step back cautiously.
What is this chocolate cookie of which she speaks, he thought. She might be lying, it could be the most delicious poison in the world for all I know.

She continued with barely a whisper, " Who are you? You're not like other wolves around here. Those markings aren't natural. What's your name? Don't worry, I can understand you." She hugged her knees waiting for his response.
Suddenly WhiteClouds was calm. She didn't seem dangerous at all actually.
I Can take her, I bet. He thought lesiurely.
He sat down unafraid this time , head high and full of pride , he answered.
"I am THE Vaughn WhiteClouds the Awesome cool wolf. And you , HUMAN do not have any right to make fun at my markings."
He waited seriously at her own response. It was probably going to be filled with awe and respect, he thought. To his amazement she fell over laughing like some kind of idiot!
"What's so funny?! Speak human!" , Vaughn couldn't help feel annoyed and embaressed now.
"THE Vaughn WhiteClouds the awesome cool wolf huh?" , her desperate attempts at constraining her laughter was in vain.
"I don't know, that was just too funny Mr. Awesome cool wolf." , she grinned playfully.
"Hmph." WhiteClouds tossed his head. "Learn to respect the name human."
She frowned and rolled her eyes as she regained composure, "I have a name too Vaughn WhiteClouds. It's Aries. Learn to respect it. But-" She paused thinking over something. "You look alright, so you can call me whatever you like."
Vaughn tossed it over in his head, suddenly he had an idea. "Arucaras once told me of this light pink treat that humans eat that was dangerous to us. It's called Bubblegum. I've seen it. It's the same color as your hair. So I'm just going to call you that." WhiteClouds fidgeted with his paws for a while and then lifted his head to assess her expression. Giggling. Bah.
"Haha, okay then. Im some kind of dangerous treat to you, that's cool and sorta sweet. Well I think I'm going to call you something too. If that's okay of course THE Vaughn WhiteClouds the awesome cool wolf."
Vaughn snorted, "Whatever lady."
She seemed deep in thought again, quiet possibly looking through millions of nicknames to call him. Quietly she stood and walked toward him. She pulled out some kind of paper that made a noise that sounded like popping balls of air. She tossed some of its contents in front of Vaughn.
WhiteClouds looked wide-eyed at the round dark brown treats. They were to circles held together by some white substance that smelled familiar. Suddenly everything fit.
"That thing! The thing you fed me! It's called...a cookie, right?" Vaughn, licked his muzzle.
"Yep, you like 'em right? These kind are called Oreos. So I was thinking, I could call you that too! Then we could both be nicknamed treats. Go ahead and eat those, I'm not hungry." , she smiled invitingly.
WhiteClouds looked from the Oreos to her face in rapid succession. Without thinking he bent his head and sloppily fit all the cookies he could into his mouth and began gnawing.
Such sweet delicacy! Made by the finest Cookie Monsters that may be out there. Vaughn tried to hide his joy (and chewing difficulty) from Bubblegum. He couldn't give this goddess too much satisfaction.
"So, Oreo. You know Arucaras?" , asked Bubblegum sustaining a laugh.
Oreo painfully swallowed his delicious hoard. "Yeah but that's another story for now. Right now it's just you , me , and my OREOS."

The End? No , duh. But for now yes.

3 months later to be-

"For her, I will become human."

°C-ren




Bio/Story:

Love hurts
Song for this story:
Coming Home

Our story begins like this;

Once, long ago, when ice ruled over half of our known earth, there where spirits that lived all around us, in every tree, and in every rock, everything had a spirit, even if it had no life. These spirits where very wise and old, they had lived in the minds of the people for very long. These spirits protected and guarded the people of the villages, and in return, the villages worshiped the spirits in prayer. The spirits where around the people so often, that they adapted some of their ways. The spirits started taking the forum of animals that the people encountered and brought along side them. The river spirits started taking the forum of beautiful golden fish, and the earth spirits took the forum of bears and other earth-bound creatures. The spirit of Ice, Sussenta, became a beautiful, stunning white wolf. Her pelt sparkled with ever-present fresh snow, and her eyes where a crisp and cool silent blue. Now, because the spirits started taking human ways as their own, Aslast, the spirit of the Wind, took notice to the white wolf, and her beauty. Aslast had taken the form of a dog, which the humans liked to keep near their camps and homes. Aslast had stunning blue fur, with white wisps and clouds constantly moving about it.


Once, on the winter solstice, when Sussenta was exhausted from turning the world, Aslast descended from the wind down to Sussenta. Sussenta, tired and dizzy from the days efforts of turning the world to snow, couldn't help but notice the wind spirit's handsome looks, and kindly heart. And then something that had never happened to any spirit before, happened; the two spirits fell in love. Sussenta bore a pup to Aslast, who was over joyed to be the first spirit to have a child. Sussenta was very worried though, she feared that the other spirits would fear a pup of such power, because the pup she bore became the spirit of Winter. A spirit with that much power and so young would be an easy target for angry, older spirits. The pup had clear, blue fur that if you looked closely enough, realized it was made of ice. It's blue fur had wisps of wind, like it's father. The pups name was Galcie Cummune, but some called the pup Glacia, or Venti. Sussenta could feel the other spirits getting restless over the pups newfound powers, she knew she would have to leave. Aslast was devastated at her decision, but he knew she was right. In the morning, just before dawn, the three would leave. Aslast would accompany Sussenta and Glacia to the edge of the winds but could go no further. So they arose before morning. Silently, on Aslast’s winds, they crept to the edge of the winds, Sussenta and Glacia would be safe there. They where almost there, it was close enough to see. Then everything went horribly wrong. Suddenly, animals of all shapes and sizes emerged from the forest, but they weren't just any animals, they where spirit animals. The spirits tried to explain why the world couldn't have such a powerful spirit, because the people would forget about the other spirits and stop praying to them. But Aslast and Sussenta where far to protective to even attempt to listen to the spirits, and they didn’t have to, because they knew Glacia would help the world, not crush it. But the other spirits weren’t listening either, they strung on their theory of Glacia being just too strong. So war broke out. But the battle was over quickly, the two against twenty quickly battered the Wind and Ice spirits to the ground, but they would not give up. With both of the parents dyeing efforts, they sent Glacia to safety, the sent the tiny pup, to the village.


After the death of Sussenta, the glaciers that covered over half the world receded, and both the powers of Ice and Wind fell on the tiny pup, who now lay outside the village entrance. At the same moment the pup was brought there, a young village girl was picking berries in the same spot. She felt the winds pick up, and the icy breeze with it, and the next thing she knew, there was a small, blue pup in front of her. She bent down to pick it up, but as she touched it, her finger was shocked with the icy cold from it’s fur. So she used a blanket to wrap up the small pup, as she put it in her basket. She noticed the blue color of it’s fur, never have seeing a dog with such a color, she brought it to the village Shaman for guidance, she told her this, “The pup you hold there is no ordinary pup, it is the first of it’s kind. It is a gift for you, you must keep it and care for it.” The girl was very exited, but she told the old woman, “But I do not know how to care for a dog.” The woman replied “This pup is not a dog, it is a spirit it has many names, Venti, Glacia, Glacie Cummune, and others that our tongue dose not speak, the pup only needs to be taken to the cliffs of the Aurora Borealis on the Winter and Summer solstice, and it will be cared for.” The girl felt awe-struck that she had been chosen to care for such a creature. As she left the tent that the Shaman lived in, she pulled back the blanket to look at the small pup’s face, still looking up at her happily. She carefully placed her fingers on the pup’s head and stroked down, and she realized, for the first time, she didn’t feel the slightest bit cold.


In A Bit of Time
~A Love story~
Song for this story:
Every time we Touch


My paws crunched the icy ground. My breath billowed in that smokey way it does when it’s cold out. I looked around at the village I lived in for all my life. Campfires licked the blue-grey sky, birds gave their last call of day before moving to sleep. Though there was snow on the ground, I could not feel the sharp cold underneath my paws . My fur, made of pure ice and snow, reflected the early moonlight. I knew I would have to be quick, I could not let my care taker wake to find me gone, she would panic and wake the village. I set off towards the forest, I tried to keep a slight breeze up to hid myself, even though I was fully grown,(Well, Ok, more like a teen, but still.) and could fend off other spirits, they still didn’t like me. They could very well make my journey as hard as possible, which is just what I needed. So here I am, walking slowly through a forest, covered in snow, in the middle of the night. Why, do you ask? I still don’t really know that for myself. For the past two moon-cycles, I have been meeting, secretly, at the border of Winter and Summer, with, you guessed it, the spirit of Summer. So why would I want to meat the spirit of Summer? When I’m the spirit of Winter? Ok, fine, I’ll admit he’s pretty much the only spirit that doesn't hate me. And NO I don’t like him. At all. Alright? So don’t ask.

Finely, my paws lead me to the boarder. Mortals, much like yourself, can’t really tell the difference, in winter, snow just goes right past the boarders, and in Summer it just looks like a field of grass. But to spirits, it has an entirely different look. The way I’m walking, on the winter side, everything is always covered in fresh snow, and ice hangs in the trees all year round. On the Sumer side, which happens to split a tree right down the middle, half frozen, half covered in flowers, an endless field of fresh grass seams to go on forever. As I approach the spit tree, just as I had a thousand times before, and looked straight over the border, letting my ice-blue eyes cast a faint light on the other side. And Amber light returned my stare. Out of the shadows, out came the spirit of Summer. “Zelios,” I said, my eyes not letting off there stare, but I was pretty sure I slipped a smile, because he smiled back, “Glacia” he said back. I swore, chills went down my spine when he said my name, and that’s coming from the spirit of Winter. “You ready?” he said amusement in his steady voice. I shot him an icy glare, but he didn’t even flinch, and the look of amusement stayed in his eyes. Finely, I snorted and said, “Yeah, when you are.” Then, simultaneously, we but our paws on the borderline, and energy rippled through both our pelts. It was actually pretty fun to use our powers for this. Because neither one of us could cross each other’s boarder lines, we found out, that if we both put our paws on the boarder at the same time, a meeting place opened up, a place that was used ages ago by the old Winter and Summer spirits to settle conflicts and attended to things that got out of hand. The place was pretty cool looking to. It was a green meadow, but some of the grass was frosted over. There were trees surrounding the meadow, some had beautiful flowers blooming around them and in there bark, others had no leaves, and snow flowers covered their bases. We both stepped into the meeting place, and instantly, both of our hard looks faded into “Happy glances” kind of thing. We rushed up to each other and exchanged news from both of our worlds. Zelios old me about how a tree spirit has ended up stuck in the form of a rock, and it took three nature spirits to get him out. We both shared a quick laugh and I told him about how one of the winer Dyrids got her tongue stuck to and icicle.

After chatting for a while, we decided it was time to move on to the games. First we played “Catch my tail” which I won, for the first time, and I’m still trying to figure out if he let me win or not when he suggests something new, “Why don’t we have a power fight? Like training with each other to use our powers.” I’m so glad he suggested the idea I immediately agree. I’d been waiting all day for an excuse to try out my powers. Zelios explains the rules to me, “Were aloud to use any power we have,” He said, “As long as it doesn't hurt your opposite” which he didn’t really even need to say because neither one of us could even imagine of hurting each other. After about half an hour of playing, half the field was covered in ice, and the other half was filled with deadly looking plants. Finely, we got so exhausted, we crashed on top of each other. I had my head on his back, and he had his head on my back. We were both laughing pretty hard, and suddenly, we both stopped and looked up. The moon was shining on both of us, it looked so nice. I relaxed my head on is back and whispered, “Wow” I think the moment kind of got to both of us, because, suddenly, Zelios turned his head towards me, “You..your fur..You look so..beautiful.” My ears felt hot with blush, “Th..thanks” I said back. Then, we both got caught up in each others eyes. That’s when Zelios leaned in and kissed me. My instincts told me to pull away, but I didn’t. A kiss between humans, and spirits are pretty different. First of all, when two spirits kiss, both the spirits get some of the other’s powers. What’s not so different, is usually, the two spirits fall in love. When we broke apart, I could feel warmth running through my body, and I wasn't sure if it was because I had gotten some of his powers, or from the kiss it’s self. I noticed that the tips of Zelios’s ears were glinting with snow, and that I had a white and purple flower behind my ear. We didn’t say anything after that, we really didn’t half to. As i crossed the boarder back into my own territory, I glanced back over at Zelios and realized he was till starring at me. His amber eyes said,I can wait, I can wait, I will wait.

Poams

P O A M

Oh sound of winds hear my cry

For on silver wings I wish to fly

Hear my cry of sympathy

For all the ones who wish to be

sitting silently by me

we raise our wings in battle cry

high above we shall fly.


A N O T H E R P O A M


Have you ever felt lost at sea?

The winds blowing you off your feet?

Just take my hand

I'll help you stand~

Together we'll face the world

Don't feel caught in a whirl pool~



P O A M #3

Tick Tock

Time always passes on our clock

Splish Splash

Watch the world turn to ash

I could sit here and rhyme all day

But our time has slipped away~

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Page Four: Dear Little Sheeps' Stories

Here your cute little sheep stories will reside, and for readers to enjoy!

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Page Five: The Chu Chus' Stories

Here the Chu Chus will leave their stories. We hope you like them!

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Page Six: The Stories of Deformities

Here the deformities will recount their tales for us. We hope it keeps you interested!

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Page Seven: The stories of the Tartans

Here our EBAs mixed breeds will tell a tale that could excite anyone! Stay tuned, we still haven't seen these EBAs yet!

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Page Eight: Art Plates

Plates that will give some illustrative color to our stories! If you would like to enter a plate for your story remember to pm it to me!

Oreo and Bubblegum by °C-ren , Story one, Page Three

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Final Page: Beyond Recognition

Once I get a certain amount of stories , I will post some interesting info on it all. Remember to check when back here when you see more stories!

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I would like to enroll!
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