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Scylla and Charybdis
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Date Posted: 08:45:42 08/13/01 Mon
**There is a slight rustle in the undergrowth. A pair of eyes... or is it two... gleam through some leaves at the edge of the clearing. Suddenly and silently a pair of sable heads can been seen rising from the underbrush. The long, dark faces, the jet-black eyes that glitter with a hint of gold, the velvety fur... Pine martins. The pair rise like serpents from their hiding place, tails inter-twined, swaying as one as they observe the scene. They have identical dark fur, black knee-length pants, purple shirts with full sleeves that gather at the wrists, and red sashes at their waists. Their markings match perfectly, except for the snowy patch that each has around a different eye. It is their only distinguishing feature, the only way to tell them apart. As they step from the brush, the one on the left speaks first. They fill in each others' sentences with matching silky voices**
"I am Scylla..."
"And I am Charybdis..."
"And we are here..."
"To take any challenge you wish to offer."
**They each carry a long, thin sword, and there are several silver hilts peeping out of their red sashes, evidence of the daggers they both carry. The each finger an amulet around their neck; each has a piece of a severed circle, another mark of their unity**
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