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Letha
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Date Posted: 06:38:50 11/08/02 Fri
In reply to:
Chijiresusu, Demon, Diablo and Nikira
's message, "[.Attack.]" on 17:03:05 11/07/02 Thu
The wolfess continued to watch, eyes still steady and calm before the fight actually started. With the first drawing of blood, however, golden optics seemed to blaze, her own hackles rose. Srtangely as this happened, her hairs seemed to clump together, creating furry spikes, though they served no real purpose and were only as hard as fur could be.
The calm feeling that was given by Letha had been burned to cinder by a chaotic killer. The wolfess rose to her paws in a need to destroy, but Letha still held fast where she was in a clash of wills. Ivories were bared in snarling threat, but it was each growling to the other, eyes still locked on the fight taking place.
To anyone watching, this might have seemed a very strange sight, or they would think she were simply enthused by the fight, if one was so ignorant as to think such.
Graz fluttered down from the sky, hearing his friends growls and landing on a low branch. Glassy, obsidian eyes scanned the area, spying Brechin and Drekka, lingering upon them a moment before casting his gaze back down the the struggle taking place. A rather large caw sounded, as if to break the two up in their fight or gain attention, wings flapping in useless effort as the growling continued.
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