Blackfeather Woods cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
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There came a northerner, slipping from betwixt the shadowed trees in the manner of a ghost. Gaze was not the common, dirty yellow of her homeland; rather, it was a metallic copper that her gaze was drawn to briefly. She chuffed, low and harsh, dipping her head in quiet respect as was customary at the borders of another, but a gesture that may have been neglected at a border, less - striking than this one. When his gaze moved to meet hers, she met it calmly, ears swiveling atop her skull to catch his words. 

Her answer came steady, a deep timbre, almost expressionless. "Oira. I want to join you." The beast blinked, inclining her muzzle in the slightest as she gestured at the borders. "best to align with most powerful, no?" Her voice mangled the words, had them sound guttural, changed. The common tongue had always sounded soft compared to that of her youth, and the words did not slip easy from her lips.
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cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war - by Oira - January 04, 2018, 07:58 PM
RE: cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war - by Kove - January 06, 2018, 03:54 PM
RE: cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war - by Oira - January 06, 2018, 06:20 PM
RE: cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war - by Kove - January 10, 2018, 05:50 AM