<font color=red><b>Perfect by Nature</b></font> -- The Watchwher Caves

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Date Posted: 19:53:57 06/17/05 Fri
Author: Zeara /Zearask/
Subject: Perfect by Nature
In reply to: Ghys /Ghysk/ 's message, "Mood ring reading- moody, with a likely chance of violence." on 19:52:55 06/09/05 Thu

Icons of self-indulgence

A tiny woman and her huge wher moved out of the darkness, revealing themselves. The woman was armed with a longsword, and at least four daggers- that were visible. Anyone who knew this woman well also knew that she never went anywhere without concealing at least three small blades, curved and deadly.
"Not long now, 'rask," the woman told her wher, and paused to consult a scrap of hide. Her eyes strained to see the blurred ink scrawl in the moonless night.

Just what we all need

Zeara sighed, and stuffed the hide back into the top of her tall boot. She ran a hand- her right one, the one witha permanant swordsman cock in it, through her hair. The short locks settled into place messily, staying out her her dark-adjusted eyes and covering her ears. The wher Hall should be somewhere around here. She heard a woman';s voice, and the journeywoman crouched, one hand in her boot, the other on her longsword.

More liesa about a world that-

~Krrwl~ Zearask crooned, his way of calming his highly sensitive bonded down. His photophobic, heat-sensitive eyes picked up a woman, taller than Zeara by eight inches, and two whers. One heavily pregnant, the other so large it could only be a gold. Both were hunting. Zearask shoved his nose against Zeara's shoulder, chirping inquiringy.
~Fryyyu~, his whine that he was hungry.
"Go on, I won't stop you. And, 'rask-" the huge bronze wher turned his ugly head to look at his small bonded, still crouched.
"Don't do anything stupid, right then?" Zeara stood slowly, leaving the longest dagger hidden in her left boot wher it was. Instead, she drew her longsword, naked steel sparkling faintly in the starlight.
Dark of the moon was her favourite time of the month, Zeara reflcted. No need to avoid the annoyance of the moon- Turns in near to total darkness had rendered the temperamental woman nearly blinded in bright light- the the insistent shine of the moon, or Zeara shuddered, the rare occasions when they had to face the sun.

Never was and never will be

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