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Date Posted: 10:12:43 12/24/02 Tue
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Chijiresusu Demon and Nikira
's message, "[.what.next.?.]" on 04:20:02 12/24/02 Tue
Brechin licked the blood from his muzzle, watching the ordeal play out before his eyes. His muscles tensed, ready to jump in, but only if things got out-of-hand. This was their buisness, not his. Yet as second-in-command among the Balkar, he would interfere if need be. But his frame did not carry the dominant stance that was rightly his. Instead, he stood in a relaxed, casual position. Yet it was his eyes that showed his dominance. They were bold and unafraid, as they always were.
He shifted in the eerily-thickening slush. The crimson no longer sloshed about, but was freezing. The bodies of Gallia and Nightfall lay where they had fallen.
At last, Brechin turned his gaze 'pon the three wolves before him. ""You all may go back to the camp," he says. "You are dismissed. But be prepared. Drekka might have work for us to do shortly."
With that, he proceeds to close his jaws bout the muzzle and face of Nightfall. He drags the wolf's body a little ways into the woods, and then returns to do the same with Gallia's. When he is finished, he looks back. A shadow began to creep from the trees. A silence fell upon the clearing, and neither Varg nor Lera stirred. The air grew even colder, and the shdow continued to grow from the place where Brechin had brought the bodies.
Then it stopped.
The moon shone brightly once more, and the Lera breathed again.
Brechin's form quivered. A raspy caugh escaped his throat, but he stifled it. He turned to the others. "Beware of where your paws lead you. The Dark One is ever watchful." And with that, he turned and left silently, leaving the tale of the night's ordeal red-written in the snow.
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