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Selav Shaitanovich and Player
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Date Posted: 14:41:00 02/21/03 Fri
In reply to:
Jah + Leth {Aeris}
's message, "Re: ~prepared an antidote and proposes a hunt~" on 11:08:25 02/21/03 Fri
~He kneels, keeping a tight grip on his axe, tha dark folds of his expansive trousers spread out beneath him. He closes his eyes and points his nose to the awakening evening star, symbol of sweet rebellion and chaos. He sniffed and listened. All his sense awakened to the sign of prey. His skin rippled with goosebumps as he concentrated on the distant vibrations of the sparse wildlife of the funeral plain. He opened his mouth, tasting the air with his slight tongue, looking almost tame...
Until his eyes go wide, all his concentration reefing from the distant to the immediate area. Radient red globes of malice. His slight fangs reveal themselves. He kneels for a moment more and then shifts like a serpent to a recline, with his ear to the ground, his blonde hair fall about his head and shoulders. His eyes gleam with delight. He leaps to his feet, his fangs still showing and begins to put his trousers back into his pack, shipping his axe once more beside it. What need of a weapon and threads has a demon of the pits of hell? My skin and flesh are my pride and joy and as for a weapon? I AM a weapon! His eyes grow brighter, shining out like twin beacons of doom in the sinking wolflight. His fangs being joined by other lengthened teeth, no longer seeming to fit his mouth preperly. His figure and stature swell impressively, his hari bleaching and shortening. He growls and speaks in a vibrant, shadowy tone. The shadows deepening in symathy with his voice.~ The smell of three rinos run in the air. South by south west. Three females, one old, one wounded. ~He grins, his eyes narrowing to red slits like twin splinters of flame. His fangs flashing in the dark~ The wounded ones smell rides over even that of these sands. ~With that he shoulders his pack, his shoulder and snout flowing suddenly out, hair covering bare skin and the border grass scratches with pure white. His red eyes resplendent against the white.~ LET US RIDE! ~He roars at the shadows of power, blowing gently in the wind. With that he turns and thunders away, swiftly speeding to a white streak of irresistable power. His mighty paws thumping out the open bled, a rapid tatoo in homage to the hunt. Tapping the wadi, crunching the salt flats. He roared again as he rode, spelling the doom of his prey.~
(~His player enters the fantasy realm. The folds of his dark green robe flowing seamlessly out of the sun scarred shadows of the rolling dunes. His gold fringed hems brush his bare feet, his tight drawn hood casting shadows over all of his face but his mouth. All else but his voice unimportant. Also spracht:~ I shall try to find a friend to post as the prey, if I can't find them I'll post them myself. ~With that he begins once more to fade, his lines unravelling into the swift passing desert, once more part of all things.~)
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