| Subject: And still more come... |
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Caedes, Sordes
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Date Posted: 21:34:47 02/03/03 Mon
Masculine and lanky figure alike graced the darkened treeline outside the caves of the Balkar Queen. That was what Drekka was, after all. Both moon-stained and shadow-soaked paws carried the duo forward, ebon nostrils working as well as matching tents. Each faint whisper to be picked up in the drowzy grey of the clouded day[whoo! a rhyme!] that was decending quickly into night. Each scent sweapt up with every drawn-in breath.
A harsh snicker escaped the grey maw of the smaller one, the larger snapping a hush to her brother as she sent a bloody glare to him. The pale male smiled mockingly back to her as he continued forward, slinking low to the ground in his usual manner; not submissive, but rather, stalking.
The two came to a stop some yards before the entrance, their heads a bit lower than normal. Fluffed appendages were lowered as well, though it was apparent the ebon female was more ridged in this limited stance of submission than her sibling.
The sister rolled her shoulders, trying to relax bulky muscles that hand become tense from traveling so far. The brother raised a back leg, kicking at an itch behind his left ear, then lowered the limb again. Both their gazes wandered the clearing, garnet orbs tracing over growing shadows, rock, and tree. A gust rushed down one wall of stone and raced past the two, making their fur dance with its cold motion.
A serious expression was locked upon the female's face, muscles tense in preperation for battle. She was used to attacks, both of them were. They grew up fighting their own siblings, wrestling for real reasons or just play. The hardened Varg remained silent in their wait, still as stone and seeming as if she belonged at the Temple of Wolfbane as one of its statues.
The grey-black male, however, was slightly diferent. Though little motion he gave, he was animated none the less. The look across his face could be described as skeptical, though of what, none could be sure. Jaws parted, pink flesh slipping over the narrow maw, across the coal nose, and then stored away again behind a cage of pointed bars as the quiet echoed all around, without end.
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