Blacktail Deer Plateau they might promise you that the river ain't too deep
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Junior transparently exposed that the plateau that sat sulking and huge behind them was her new home -- or rather, her old. Caiaphas' gaze raked up the jagged monolith and there was not a hint of want or inquisition in her flat gaze.

The plateau reminded her of Isengrim, in a way. And while she missed the seclusion and the immensity of it all and sometimes she even missed Ulfurmur, she did not miss the inaccessibility of it. The constant lack of fresh resource -- the arduous treks to and from in search of the migratory prey that constantly seemed to elude Isengrim's fold. Isengrim sat on a forimidable plateau that rivaled even Blacktail Deer Plateau's -- but the conifers that crisscrossed bold and jarring across Isengrim had made it a spectral and terrible place.

Her attention returned to the gangly youth and she noted this time there was no invitation. Wryly, she thought of pressing the issue -- she had made Junior uncomfortable before and it had delighted her. "And what is here? Is there room for more?" She asked almost hungrily, her flat eyes suddenly flush with some sort of seedy interest.
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RE: they might promise you that the river ain't too deep - by Caiaphas - October 14, 2014, 07:56 PM