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Date Posted: 21:26:07 12/01/01 Sat
Author: The Swallower
Subject: *The Swallower glides in*

golden belly scales rippling along the ground, she enters the haven. As she glides over it, the pristine grass creates a brown path, the moss becomes putrid, and any puddles of water she passes over turn brown and a rotten scent emantes from them. She pauses to idly catch a fleeing deer by the leg; she tosses it in the air then catches the squealing animal in her jaws, breaking it's neck. She unhooks her seven foot maw; her body is five feet high from belly to spine and thirty feet in length. She swallows the carcass in a matter of minutes and continues.

She can smell a water source, a powerful river with several creeks running off it and water falls among it's banks. The water is warm and clear, though the current is powerful, and she slips in; it is her natural place, when she is not in her cave; she was driven from her abode by the scent of carnage, the scent of the BM-Light war. Since she cannot stay in direct sunlight for too long, its purity blisters her flesh, she waits in the deep of the river to sense a dying animal...or several, which would be preffered...after all, in her cave on her island in the Pajun Isles, a part of the dragonlands, she was given a sacrifice of thirty plump yearling cows a year, to keep her hunger staunched and away from the dragon territories, where she wreaks havoc.

But she is weary from her trek to the battlegrounds; she will wait for creatures already killed by their own kind, and gain strength by feeding off the hatred and carnage wrought by the wolves. when she is strong, she will leave this deep-water resting place for the last time, and search for prey in larger quantities. But for now she lies and her brain flickers in response to the bloodshed she senses in the battle.

*She hovers on the floor of a large, deep water pool, tail waving slightly to balance hersef against the eddying current. from above, her scatterd golden scales can be seen glinting faintly, while the backdrop of black scales on her upper body makes her an enormous ribbon of shadow. A few hours from now, she will come up for air, then sink back into the darkness.

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