| Subject: Third Call |
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Letha
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Date Posted: 22:11:15 01/28/03 Tue
In reply to:
Chijiresusu, Demon, Diablo and Nikira
's message, "[.victory.]" on 03:24:54 01/28/03 Tue
Third howl moved up the spine of the sky, deeper than Nikira's and most female canines in general, but nothing to compare to Diablo in his depth. A poetic call it was, undertones of chaos welded to a scant number of notes. Letha came up from behind Nikira, ebon nose reaching out to give a friendly poke to the older femme's shoulder. Oddly enough, a smile was found upon her maw, tail swaying high at their victory. Whince struck her expression suddenly as she forgot her leg and placed too much weight upon it for too long. The wound was encased in a cast of dried blood and growing scab tissue, a large area of fur missing, for the time being.
Pale eyes wandered to the kill, pink tongue slipping out to run across her maw. One glance was sent to Demon, a brief flashback from the Temple, but it quickly left like a fragile line of smoke in the wind, leaving Letha curious of what had exactly happened. As always, she could hardly remember, and this time Graz had not been witness to tell.
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