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Date Posted: 09:32:05 08/06/02 Tue
Author: Thryn
Subject: entrance

Name: Thryn
Age: thirties
Gender: female
Species: human
Description: dressing in dirty clothes -simply because she can't be bothered to wash them, unwashed, knotted semi-short hair, muddy brown eyes. Always carries a long whip and knows how to use it. Greedy, rude, generally an unsavory character.

Name: Rogue
Age: two years
Gender: female
Species: Liger (tiger/lion cross)

Sitting down, Rogue attempts to clean her dirty fur, her toungue barely able to escape the muzzle she wore. The woman continues to walk, impatiently jerking on the chain in her hand, which is wrapped around the animal's chafed neck. The huge cat snarls, making a move as if to leap toward the woman, but is stopped by a flick of her whip. Thryn's eyes glint in irritation, her gloved hand patting Rogue's head in pretended affection.
"Now, now, dearie, we can't have that. We're going to Solan and An'kor City, where you are going to earn me money."
She tightens both the muzzle and the chain, a mean chuckle escaping as she watches the cat swipe at her in frustration.
"Remember now, that's why I keep your claws trimmed, that won't get you anywhere but fewer meals than you already get."
Flicking the whip along Rogue's back, raising another welt, she tug on the chain, and heads for Solan.

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