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Subject: *Arrival...>>*


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Atalanta
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Date Posted: 19:05:37 03/30/01 Fri

*she glides in, the thermals giving her sleek body the lift it need to stay aloft, while infinitesimal variations in her wings give her control. As she nears a rocky outcropping, the femme flares out transluscent wings to slow her golden-hued body as talons grip onto the stone. Arching refined head back towards Jaded Mystery...* I am going up a bit farther for my kill... there will doubtless be large prey near the fresh water source on the other side of the open fields. When you have had your fill of fish, that is where I will be. Or if I have had my fill first, I will find you. *Talons sink deeply into the vertical rock, and the femme climbs, muscles straining against gilded hide until she is sufficiently above flat ground. Flipping back and out, she thrusts her wings out and takes to the air, turning back to where she knows the herds of elk will be travelling...*

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He glides down and lands upon the beach,slightly retracting his bronze talons as not to tear up the sand. He swings his head about,the better to whiff in the salty,fishy scent. He leaps up again into the air and then he catches a strange,but familiar scent. He swings his head about again and his ebon oculars focus upon a figure beneath a tree, upon a silver mare...Kem of Murkwood19:37:34 03/30/01 Fri


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