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Post by Warlock on Aug 1, 2005 15:55:14 GMT -6
Small white paws tread carefully apon the treacherous, icy ground as a slender hellhoundess ascenced these lofty mountains. Silvery eyes were narrowed, giving this femme an expression of anger, or perhaps even hatred. One might perhaps wonder what, or who, she hated, but the answer was simple.
She was a hellhound, after all, and these creatures often despised wolfens. However, she had her own reason to loathe them. Wolves, though not any from these packlands, had slain her pack. She and her brother were the only two that had survived the destruction, at least as far as she knew. She had been searching for her younger brother, who had wandered far from the pack.
Vrael gave a savage growl at these memories, shaking her head in an attempt to drive them out of her mind. White ravens' wings extended now, shaking off the snow that had gathered upon them as it fell gently from the sky. It seemed to be constantly snowing here, in these mountains, though Vrael had only been here for a few days. She did not know where her brother was... Perhaps he had wandered off, but that would be unusual. He and his sister were inseparable. Vrael hoped that no harm had come to him.
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