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Caodia, Zajan and Crare
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Date Posted: 14:22:47 12/31/02 Tue
In reply to:
Sestra
's message, "Re: Intentions" on 12:29:05 12/31/02 Tue
Ivory stranded femora gave a cant of head, ears lashing forward to listen intently. Words snapped from her jaws;
I am dubbed Caodia. The gray one is my silent brother, Zajan. The pathetic ebon is my brother. Don't mind him. He's an idiot. As by what vow? You need not take our word? I see. Warey are you not? Well then. Are appearances may contrast our personalities, because of our past history.....our dwelling within the twisted reality ones might call 'evil'. But we cast aside that life, and merely offer protection. Indeed, we may get out of hand. But my siblings do naught unless I say. So you may trust them. As for myself, fellow vargs whom are kind towards us three are offered no harm, for I have sworn...ever since I was a mere child. I have nothing but my word to place a vow upon, so mere trust is all I ask, and if that is to costly for you to trust, the go ahead, rejection comes common to us.
Canvas rippled in buldging brawns as she settled back, husky, hissing voice dropping off to a halt....A speech she had woven....although rather pathetic it was.
Tongue lolled from the saliva dripping maw, golden orbs veiwing the femme infront. Letting loose a widened yawn, he soon stood still, only to reach his neck over, jaws nipping at one of his brothers ivorn ears.
The behemoth nodded his silent approval, ear twicthing lightly at the nip which was made. He said naught, for he never did, merely sending a mock glare in the direction of his foolish brother. Scowl soon grew into a playful grin as he grew rigid in attention once more, optics gazing forward without movement.
OOC: Yep. it is....n.n
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