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>Cinnamon forepaws erupt through one of the swirling >portals, followed by a muzzle of the same hue and a >lithe tan body. The Kumayaki smoothly leaps into the >den, jaw clenched and teeth gritted as she suddenly >smells the stench of stale air, old blood, and ><i>Drakka</i>. The planet reeked of the foul beasts >and their essence. Intense hatred burned in her eyes, >and their normal sapphire color was drowned out by a >luminous red glow. For several long moments she stands >just before the portal, slender ears half-flattened >and glowing eyes narrowed. Vivid were her memories of >the last war, and more vivid still was the sharp >recollection of bloodshed and death. She had failed to >protect her beloved planet once... and she would not >do so again. > >After a short period of feeling Terole under her paws >once more and relishing the fact of being back on her >second home, TFD was soothed somewhat and her eyes >ceased their burning. Now she does a more thorough >study on those already present with a scrutinizing >gaze. They seemed able enough to do battle with the >Drakka, and though she only vaguely remembered Januya, >the other she could not place. Feelings of pride and >arrogance seemed to seep from the two cretts, but this >she pushes aside. It had been far too long since she'd >been in the company of a Lavanian. A worthy beast they >both must be. > >Stepping forward, she raises her head and addresses >the two in a formal voice. "I am The Five Deaths." Her >tone is that of 'don't mess with me kids, I'm having a >bad day.'

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