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Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..

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Kazan

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Date Posted: 20:04:55 09/03/04 Fri
In reply to: Meria 's message, "~How daylight hurts when moonlight bites~" on 20:29:38 08/31/04 Tue

glaring at the girl through shimmering green pools Kazan listens, anger begianing to boil inside. his frame stiffening as he moves forward his temper becoming hot. Then you have choosen poor friends his handsome features still barren of expression though his heated power radiated about him leaking through his controled mask. stopping before he reached her, he begians to shift falling forward on wolven paws. his whole transformation happening smoothly within the blink of a human eye. green optics turning to look to the bird in the tree as he curls his kissers slightly. lobes twitching gathering up the sounds about him that he had been unable to hear in his human form. yes this was what freedom felt like. the light breeze moving through the quartyard ruffling his ebony fur whispering through the trees. pausing to looks to the male he waits for him to change before moving forward upon silent pads. his frame rolling gracfully with his movements while the sword still strapped to his back glided over his silken coat. turning his crania tilting to watch them soaring above before moving off at a quick lope to his destination

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