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Chijiresusu, Demon, Diablo, and Nikira
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Date Posted: 07:08:29 02/16/03 Sun
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Brechin and Drekka
's message, "{. The. Ice. Does. Not. Melt. Here.}" on 14:57:32 02/08/03 Sat
As the eery howl escaped from the Drappa, lamps flung open and auditives cocked, listening intently to the howl. Apparently there were new kerl... The four, having been upwind, did not sense the disturbance, having been deep in slumber for the first time since they arrived. Immediately they awoke, and spread out, to view this fresh meat so coincidentally sprawled before them.
From behind Drekka, just as her chilling words rang through the air, four well-built physiques appeared, two on each side. They all remained swathed in shadow, though their outlines were clear. The sharp glint of cunning occuli could be detected, in some cases the glint of bared fangs... The first shadow leapt from a nearby snowy ledge, well-kept muscles rippling under a shaggy silver pelt. The flash of steel-blue lamps could be seen, the ripple of lips as a low snarl escaped. It could be considered an eerie greeting, though in fact it was a symbol of dominance. Paired with the raised outline of a high plume and crown, it was obvious her rank among the small group gathered just short of the two kerl. Auditives flick forward, trained upon these two.
An even shaggier physique landed a couple feet away, the silent hunter. He was a bit more compact than his sister, his snowy pelt shining brightly in a stray patch of moonlight that shone across his maw and visage. Through the dim light one could see his deep brown occuli, nearly black compared to his pelt. They held a calm ferocity, under a veil of intelligence. He made no sound, neither to acknowledge the two nor the others, but he simply stood there, plume and crown held high. Mindful of his rank it was held just below the silver females' out of simple respect, his chillingly dark orbs affixed upon the two. He was silent and still, calm and restrained in his actions.
Nikira slunk from the shadows just behind the silver femme, sandy orbs looking curiously at the kerls. She held none of her sibling's disregard for other life and haughtiness, neither their ferociousness-that was for sure. Rather she seemed quite lowly, a fragile soul caught between the hurricane winds of her siblings overwhelming emotions and actions. The lowest on the totem pole, so to speak. Although she crouched and held herself quite like the omega, her physique could be devastating when unleashed in fury. But fury seemed beyond the lowly vixen, so here she was, the scapegoat, scratching her niche in life amongst the best fighters she had ever known. A slow nod of her dial was given to both Drekka and Brechin, her gaze darting over the silverish-white male for a minute moment before returning and sending a peripheral look towards the two newest additions.
A huge coal-black brute melted from the shadows just inches from the two kerl, having been undetectable. He flashed a knowing, conniving grin, blood-stained ivors revealed minute milimeters from the kerls' throats. He trapiesed through them as if on some demented walkway, orbs staring mindlessly at nothing at all. For one to watch him it would seem he was greatly disturbed, even his scent sending hackles into rising position. Not out of fear of Demon himself, but his insanity, the unpredictableness he held. This was displayed by his amber orbs, which seemed to have red stormclouds rolling about them. It was the whirling red that held his soul, crushed it between icy fingers until nothing was left. He circled suddenly, nares flared wide and held close to the femme, inhaling her scent almost greedily. A low rumble began in his throat, could be considered a greeting gone askew. Rather than having the jerky movements most that were 'not all there' had, he seemed for slithery, more like the shadow of a raven in flight, or a serpentine hunter intent upon the kill. His tongue flicked out, running across his lips before retreating back into its' trap of death, his lips thn twisting into a horribly wicked smirk. He could almost feel their heartbeat, could scent the blood pumping through their veins...how long had it been since he had last tasted a kerls' blood? Too long, precious Demon. Much too long...
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