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Date Posted: 10:39:38 06/15/01 Fri
Author: Kammyln BenDragon the Yellow
Subject: **The young wolf enters**

**there is a slight cough and a shuffle of clothing and as you turn you see a youngish looking wolf. He is dressed in a saffron colored tunic with black pants and knee high boots. He can't be less than twenty, but he looks as if he has seen less of the world than the average beast, his face unscarred by sorrow or war. His face and body are all relaxed, a small smile on his face that makes him seem like a light-hearted jester. Then you look in his eyes, lurking deep behind the bright amber is something dark and dangerous that you have never seen before. Something that puts your fur on edge and your teeth clenched, it shatters the lightheartedness and youth of his appearance, laughing mockingly, all the while Deadly serious. He walks quietly among you, his boots making small squeaking sounds. Those eyes and what lurks behind them only rest breifly on each one of you, but if feels like enternity to gaze into them. He stands to the left of the main group and you see his fingers resting lightly on the sword at his side. It's blade is of diamond, about 2 feet long. It's handle is leather wrapped, about one foot one, with a jagged chunk of amber as it's pommel stone. He speaks quietly, not demanding to be heard by volume, but my a strange compulsion** I was told that there was... battle... here. Where is it?
**His voice sounds as ordinary as his appearance, making you again shiver at the thought of that thing that lurks inside, completely hidden, except for the eyes.**

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((By the way, if you lost what I look like Completely in there, go to www.geocities.com/lominang/kammbend.jpg)) -- Kammyln BenDragon the Yellow, 10:42:55 06/15/01 Fri
**the young wolf smiles, his smile still not touching those eyes. He talks to Mesyra, without turning his head to look at her. His voice is soft and unremarkable, emotionless and flat, but it conveys his displeasure adiquitly** I was told that there was to be a fight here, dearest relative. Am I to be disapointed? (NT) -- Kammyln BenDragon the Yellow , 18:10:38 06/16/01 Sat