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Date Posted: 22:59:46 04/21/02 Sun
Author: Seleth
Subject: *R*E*J*U*V*E*N*A*T*I*O*N*

*A small violet blur spirals deftly about the black spiral of the Ebony Cliff. Her wings extend to the full length, then pull straight up and she drops, plummeting to the ground, only to spread broud feathered wings once more and be carried back to the sky with a strong thermal. The wolf has perhaps never been so overjoyed since, well, since Terole won the War... but, it was one more chaotic mess that she and her planet had lived through, and so, another time to celebrate. With this she howls mid-air and careens towards the dark spire, mere inches from it's daggerlike rocks she spins on a wingtip and shoots upwards, up over the dangerous slick top and then down, down, down to the ground once more. She swoops low, then pumps her wings hard, catches yet another thermal, and shoots back up. Her fur rustles wildly behind her, silver streaks stress that have now spread from her muzzle to her back, making one long dorsal stripe of her struggle. But now, Seleth pays no mind to the aches and pains that come from constant worry and age... and once more she shoots upward, then whips left on a pinion. Her wings flap backwards once and she performs a deft backwards aerial flip. Sharp eyes peer about again, and howling again with the sudden thrill of the hunt, the violet Canis spots a large bird-like creature flying infront of her. An urge to use her magic overpowers her and she chants a low attack spell, stunning the creature and sending it plummeting to the ground. Jaws agape in the timeless expression of canine joy, she pulls her wings back against her lithe form and drops... faster then her unconscious prey... and she snags it sharply within her jaws. Fianally, breaking it's neck swiftly she devours it in a manical way, spitting the bones out later. She flaps midair a moment, shocked at her momentary huntress attitude.... and then she laughs. "Redwood my friend, you are not the only one who has hunted tonight!"

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