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Date Posted: 18:31:50 09/04/02 Wed
Author: Ankalai
Subject: You DARE laugh at me? If certain someones were not here I'd be compelled to rip out the tongue that giggles, imp. You are merely a fleei to me.
In reply to: A very unnerved Dree 's message, "KYTAN! AH!" on 17:59:25 09/03/02 Tue

The massive beast flicks an ear at the small one's laughter, and a snarl is held back from his broad muzzle, but barely. With a tolerant flattening of his ears at being laughed at, he shakes his head dismissively when he sights the dappled form of Dree slinking towards the portal. Puzzled and inquisitive he takes several deep breaths, trying to puzzle out the crett that smelled like an Aya, but did not look nor act like one. Nevertheless... The hair along his spine raist to its fullest and his armored tail twitches irritatedly. Long backwards-curved fangs are bared, and his saberteeth are exposed to their very base in his pink gums. However, the young one's green tail dissapears in the swirling sphere of energy long before the Zantarag has a chance to attack or even spit an insult at the Anyanan. Seething, he narrows his eyes and sits back down, face wrinkled most ferociously and tail curled about his feet protectively. The fur along his spine slowly lays back down, and imposing teeth are covered once again by furred lips. Dissapointed that he did not have a chance to confront the Aya, he turns his attention back yet again to the leaders.

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