The vixen licks the rim of her latest mug of ale and stands as well. "Yes," she growls. "Midnight approaches, and our sacrifice - " she spits the word " - awaits." -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: The vixen licks the rim of her latest mug of ale and stands as well. "Yes," she growls. "Midnight approaches, and our sacrifice - " she spits the word " - awaits."

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Valeria
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Date Posted: 23:49:36 10/30/04 Sat
In reply to: Velenx the Evil 's message, "The dogfox that sits smirking on the bartop next to an equally smirky vixen thrusts back his head and downs his third ale, then tosses the glass hard to the floor, where it shatters into a thousand fragments of razor-sharp glass-dust. The male idly kicks over the barstool he'd been resting his feet on, and turns to his companion. "I'm sick of this crap," he growls, his smirk fading for an instant, "Let's get to the sport, huh? I've waited long enough."" on 23:44:59 10/30/04 Sat

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Unlike his companion, whose movements are so menacingly smooth, so deadly and flowing, he leaps down from his perch on the bartop and lands heavily, but his footing is steady. He balls his fists, and snarls to the air. Then he leans over the bar and, muscles bulging, pulls up a bound rat, a rat whose well-endowed belly is far more obvious than his muffled cries for help. "Let's begin." (NT) Velenx the Evil 23:57:32 10/30/04 Sat