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Drekka and Frarrow
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Date Posted: 17:26:19 01/29/03 Wed
In reply to:
Chiijresusu, Demon, Diablo and Nikira
's message, "[.greet.]" on 07:59:15 01/29/03 Wed
The Balkar queen hears the calls, and emerges silently from her den. Her black coat bristled at the sight of the herla, and a wicked smile was drapped across her maw. She knew they would do well on a hunt. She had also been curious to see if they could all work together, especially with Nikira. Frarrow took flight from the bare, icy trees and landed pon Drekka's shoulders, clacking his beak at the sight of meat.
"Well done, my Balkar," says Drekka. "A good hunt." She then began to feed, as was her place and right to do so before the others. She tore a piece of bloddy flesh towards Frarrow, and the ravenous bird cawed, digging into the meat. Drekka then set her sights on the deer, and tore visciously into it to feed. When she was done, her muzzle was covored in blood, and her paws had been stained a bit as well. She sat back to clean herself, savoring the warm, flowing crimson that trickled down her throat.
She had left plenty for the others. She knew Brechin would not come, for her preferred to hunt for himself. She sat back to watch the others fight for their food. It was free game now.
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