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Date Posted: 08:06:42 12/31/02 Tue
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Lania~Elle; Moria~Farra~Ekylie; Kavrel~Olokae 's message, "The siblings arrive...." on 16:26:10 12/24/02 Tue

Kain runs her finger along the serrated edge of her scythe blade, lone eye taking it all in. It comforted her, to hold this weapon, for she had recieved it in her first life, before she had become a Sentinel. It was as old as her...if not older. Though still incredibly sharp, several choice weapons had managed to nick and scratch the dull black metal. The woman's gaunt face grows taut. Yet the immense dragon Lunimae awakes her from her reverie with a mental nudge. Following her bondmate's line of vision, the rider spots the pale gray Elle, and then the rider Lania. Kain blinks once at Kavrel, having met him before, yet dismisses him soon after. The immense creature once more touches her bond's mind, urging her forward.

She will be fighting in our wing. Let her know.

A little rumble is all the tall Guardian emits, yet she does stride forward. Her black cloak is held before her in one gloved hand, the rest of its tattered and worn length billowing behind her. Gazing down, slitted silver pupil glittering once like a gate to the seventh underworld, Kain growls in her commanding tone,

"You'll be fighting in my wing, grayrider. For...you do know why we are here...aye?"

Leaving that open, the shadowy killer lets the folds of cloth drop from her hand, and lets the appendage hang at her side. Only a fellow scythe-weilder would know that with her left hand, clutching the dark haft of the weapon, this Sentinel is ready to flow into the battle-form xaokrae, should Lania or one of her companions prove hostile.

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