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Letha [well...close enough n.n]
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Date Posted: 18:37:39 03/13/03 Thu
In reply to:
Brechin
's message, "Re: Ahh, the Light!! It Burns!! [lol]" on 18:33:35 02/27/03 Thu
A laughing snarl ripped through her throat, teeth bared in a demonic grin. Blood's taste sharpened her senses and drove the female harder with insane delight. Morning light struck her golden eyes that gleamed with a dark joy. The brilliance seeped into her fur, and she seemed to glow with the crimson of the day-moon as it inhanced the red hue of her pelt.
Saliva already dripped from her open jaws, a plague's grin upon her face as she stalked forward at a deliberate pace, paws placed heavily upon the snow with each step. Her head was low, protecting her throat. Plume swayed stifly behind her with eagerness as her snarls died down and began to vaguely take on the guise of words, a seductive note to them that spelled danger.
"Oh, dear Brechin. Don't be a fool. You know well enough what's become of that whelp. Oh, and I owe you my gratitude. Thanks for the help..."
Tense muscles finally sprung, spurring her forward towards the silver one. Yellow-ivron trap was ready to spring upon the male, snapping for his chest again, prepared to grab hold of anything that found its way between her teeth. True, as a male, he was the larger of the two. However, Letha's body was younger and was driven by one who was older than even the wise Ackar. It was the dangerous combination of experiance and youth that made the wolfess so potent. It was the will of the Darkness that fueled the youthful body's unreal, forceful actions.
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