Subject: *the elf in the tree howls a message* |
Author: Tyleet, Timmain.
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Date Posted: 22:49:18 05/02/01 Wed
In reply to:
Creature and Caladia
's message, "Shakes its snout, and turns in her direction" on 18:17:15 05/02/01 Wed
*she howls, and stops, listening. An answering howl sounds, and comes closer. The white wolf Suntop rode bounds into the clearing, and freezes, shivering all over. Light spreads from her and in a second, a very tall, very slim elf stands there. She is Timmain, the High One, and has become her natural form to help those in need. Timmain looks the creature in the eye, and the creatures freezes, and rises in the air. Timmain beckons it, and it floats nearer. The High One gently lifts the girl off it and sets her on the ground. She speaks in a high, tilting voice, full of command.* I shall distroy the magic now. Stand back, everyone. *she narrows one eye, and the horrendous creature dissolves into a mist, which the High One collects in a little pouch. Having put the creature away, she smiles* My friends and I, the original High Ones, of which I am the last, made many bad spells. They took form of devistating creatures, and half the Wolfriders number was taken by a particularly bad one when Cutter was just a cub. Cutter lost his parents from that monster. The High Ones are the only ones who cn distroy them with ease, though if you are quite brave, you might be able to kill it. *she smiles, nods again, and the light glows around her. A second later, the white wolf is loping off again. Tyleet jumps from the tree, her face white as a ghost* That thing sent shivers up my spine, the only thing I could do was howl for help. *she says, half-sheepishly*
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