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Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..

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Kazan

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Date Posted: 13:19:18 09/01/04 Wed
In reply to: Dorjan 's message, ".. Wolf-Hunting .. ((Kazan!))" on 10:32:48 09/01/04 Wed

Can you tame him, doubtfully

a silent shadow moves about the foliage just a little ways from the courtyard. green optics sliding over the remains of his meal. bright crimson painting his ebony hide along his muzzle and chest. belly full but not overly so he lays by a near by pool. tongue moving out to run over blackened kissers before shifting to his talons. his thick banner spread out behind him, still as always to keep nosy people from locating him. content to relax and wash up he drops his masks allowing his dark power to radiate about him. bathing in its energy while lobes scan the area about him. He was no fool and never let his guard down lower then could be snatched up upon attack. Finishing with his talons his attention shifts to his pelt. tongue moving over it quickly to remove every trace of blood. A bloody hunter being a bad one for prey could smell the blood and would run. feeling no threat about, Kazan had allowed the wolven mind to take over for a time. His sword still strapped to his back in just the right way that it was never a hindrance no matter how he moved. A relic from his elders made of many different metals each used to weaken a different kind of being. inscriptions upon the blade as brilliant as when it was first made. flaming blue jewels glowing with their own energy, flickering like a fire adorning the hilt. the stones glow only to the touch of his families hands.

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