..Mark'd One.. -- Dark Forest Pack

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Date Posted: 23:55:01 12/01/02 Sun
Author: Nokimo
Author Host/IP: 213.122.163.228
Subject: ..Mark'd One..
In reply to: Faux 's message, "...[.Corruption.]..." on 21:16:08 12/01/02 Sun

The ashen hu'd chassis of the arched as the slender behemoth landed on the other side of the portal. His coat was a multitude of greys, abalister and ebony, he sliped in and out of the shadows with ease, following the scent and distant figure of his Queen. Large rusted palomino visionaries never set still on the land casting back 'n' forth serching for hidden enimies. A large dark steel mask covered his visage, broken by a ivory cresent a 'twix burning visionaries a token a marking from the quest he had indured to find his Queen.

As he neared to where the Queen had stoped, Her howl vibrated throughout the clearing, clear crystle notes fragementing the silance of the night. Pace was picked up, all thoughts of the past and the old ways mommentarly abandoned for his Queen was summoining the creatures of this dwelling.

Arriving he stands, behind her to the left, visionaries scaring into the land, watching and waiting. Nokimo ment silent one, a name fitting for the dark wolf, who rarely spoke even to howl. Long sinewy fulcrums were spaced out and taunt on the terrain, paws flexed and spread gaining and easyer grip. Plumage lay limp, the only movmenets it convayed was small tassles flickering in the zephyr. Cervix arched, jauglar protected from the fangs of those who might dare attack. Nokimo was prepared.

His gaze fell onto the one who had first arrived. Evaluation was quick, watching the she-beast he droped his gaze to study the surrounding area, on the watch for other creatures who might challange The Queens' arrival here, fools that they would be. To dare challange The Queen of the Damned.

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...[.Games.]... -- Faux, 08:34:42 12/02/02 Mon