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Drekka and Brechin
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Date Posted: 14:07:46 01/13/03 Mon
In reply to:
Vero and Adrenaline
's message, "Entrada" on 19:03:29 01/12/03 Sun
Femora appears from the mouth of the cave, a cunning cranium peeping out. She had sensed that there were newcomers to her lands, and she looked out to see. Black was she, darker than Night. The rest of her body proceeded to emerge from the cave. Blazing orbs shift 'pon the two Varg before her. A raven is perched on her shoulders, in his usual spot. Upon her appearing, the cloudy winter skies grew darker, and colder, if that was even possible. Another for rippled from the cave. This was of a huge male, silvery pelt flecked with snowy white. His eyes were of ice-blue, and they placed themselves 'pon the Kerl before following his Mistress. His steps were light and fluid-like, silent as the snowfall. The dark she-wolf, the Drappa of the Balkar, paced towards the two Varg. The male appeared just behind her.
Blazing orbs search over the two wolves, creating for them a most uncomfortable atmosphere. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the jittery one, and her cruel face frowned. The rave clicked his beak. At last, Drekka spoke. "Arise to your feet and speak your names." The male, Brechin, Captain of the Balkar, watched, ready for any sudden movements that seemed unfriendly. Such was his job.
He had found his strength since his last little problem, and was fully capable of taking care of these Varg should the need arise. His eyes rest 'pon the male, yet his expression ramained hard and unreadable, as it usually was.
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