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Chijiresusu Demon and Nikira
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Date Posted: 02:46:21 11/29/02 Fri
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Brechin
's message, "[.Drekka's. Orders.]" on 14:53:35 11/28/02 Thu
Three swift, silent shadows slipped through the darkness, three pairs of orbs tearing the landscape apart. Three sets of paws trodded carefully forward, three sets of auds pricked, inhaling the sounds of the area. Thrice was the snow plodded through, silent as the hunters were. Chijiresusu had fallen in step beside Nikira, whose trembling had yet to halt. Her silvery peltry shined with a lustre only bested by the moons glow, though it was ruined by the blood spatters that covered her heavily-built and toned frame. Her every movent was calculated and executed perfectly, almost like a professional dancer would perform to her favourite song. Chijiresusus' song was of death and destruction, the tones of haughtiness ringing through her movements. She knew her strength, and that of her siblings, and was not afraid to show the fact that she did. Delicate nares flare, inhaling the scents of the area with an ease known only to varg. She stepped past the other Balkar, pushing some aside, her menacing glare enough warning for those stupid enough to try anything. She halted suddenly, dial raised high, knowing the whisper of the trees would be enough of an entrance, for it would carry her scent to those that desired for her to be here...Her frame ripples as a muzzle tilts toward the sky, calling upon her brother in her distinguishing crystal bell voice.
Nikira halted beside Chijiresusu, her walk of the 'invisible one'. Her song was more graceful, reminding one of life and...happiness. Her attitude was much less haughty than Chijiresusus', neither was she as fierce or cunning as her brother. She held her own aura of peace-and fear, at this point. She had seen enough bloodshed for today, for the rest of her life, in fact. She held herself high, feeling brave in the company of her strongest siblings, though a thin veil of fear hung about her as always. It had been a battle in itself to get her away from the bush she had been hiding in, let alone bring her to the Balkar Camp...
A steady thrum of red runs through toughened veins, ones who have tasted more than just Demons' blood. He had no haughtiness about him-just pure confidence. He was the strongest of them all in his own eyes, there were none who could stop him. There was no equal, only those below him. His song was of hate and the lust for death. There was only power, and those to weak to realize it. The whirling red swirls on, visible through his crimson-tinged orbs. Muscles ripple over his midnight pelt, a nearly-constant glare on his visage. As he passed Balkar he gave them a strange look, causing them extreme discomfort. His plume was held naturally high, every footstep pounding into the snow and packing it together. He had none of the grace of his sisters, nor the peacefulness of Nikira. Deep hate was his only feeling towards most, anger his most frequent towards others. He stopped just short of Chijiresusu and Nikira, looking about boredly. He spotted Brechin and watched him, the breeze ruffling his peltry slightly.
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