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Drekka and Frarrow
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Date Posted: 16:13:20 12/02/02 Mon
In reply to:
Messenger of Xearo
's message, "My lord...... Lord Xearo has arrivd" on 18:03:17 11/30/02 Sat
From the shadows, emerges the Balkar Queen. Her Darkness seeps through the trees, upon letting herself be seen. Her black pelt is untouched by the snow, and upon her sholders is perched a Flying Scavenger. This was Frarrow, the raven. Drekka's cold eyes search the approaching wolf. Frown tugs at her ebon maw. She steps towards the Messenger, form easily twisting around him with each step. Her presance is enough to make his skin crawl, and the 'aven flies off to perch in a nearby tree. Drekka continues to circle the wolf. Maw splits as she speaks.
"Lord Xearo, eh?" she hisss in his ear. Her voice threads through the air like vemon. "I fear I have not heard of him..."
She continues to circle him, entrapping him in her deadly wake. She notes with what audacity he had spoken to her, without even submitting, or asking Larka's Blessing. Though she dispised the wolfess for which it was named, she still wished it to be asked for upon entering another Varg's territory....
"Well, I hope that if this Lord Xearo of yours wishes to be a Balkar," she continues, "He had better learn his place and know not to keep calling himself 'Lord'. Or to keep his petty, foolish little messengers and bodyguards. I am Lord here."
The last words were said harshly, snapped into the mind of the Messenger. "Where is this Xearo?"
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