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Date Posted: 16:08:35 12/30/02 Mon
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

[Mmm, trail mix. XD.]

The mercenary's cold, dark eye carefully scans the growing crowd. As all Sentinels go, she had attained a vague sort of empathy. That was...several thousand years ago, no doubt. Spitting one chuckle, quiet and completely void of emotion, Kain stalks toward the perch-window where her gargantuan, 'gray' bondmate is settled. Leaning against a shadowy paw, careful of the thick, curving talons of a slightly lighter darkness. How strange it is to call Lunimae a gray dragon...only the lightest tinges, hardly noticable, of such a shade are even there, touching her stomach. The rest is sheer black, the scales and fur lusterless and jagged.

Both enigmatic entities gaze around with an aura of perfect steel and grimness, watching for Auron and Berrae, Eohut and Kazute, and any other grays. For it would be those dragons that would fight with the wingleaders.

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