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Date Posted: 14:26:15 01/09/03 Thu
Author: Toffyn...Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Ritty -- Celest and Aurelle 's message, "^^ What they said lol! ^^" on 12:57:34 01/09/03 Thu

Toffyn promptly shrieks at the mention of Rokor, and jumps three feet into the air. From what he'd heard, they were demons, huge, gnarled things made from tooth and razor claws and always bloody. Of course, he'd never seen them before, yet he trusted the stories. All the man does is dance around on his toes, wondering how the Rokor are going to eat him...raw, medium, or well-done?

Calmer than winter, and colder than it, as well, the Sentinel watches Kwynn approach. One dark eye widens at the sight of the blade, and she staggers back a pace. She had seen swords like that before, and not in the hands of her companions. If they could be called that. Gloved fingers twine with her bondmate's lackluster fur, and the dragon growls deeply.

By the last ice, that's a Hunter's weapon. I know of it!

Tell him not to touch you with it.

I can't even be near it! How did he get one of those?

Galvake alone knows, my bond. Yet you need to tell him!

Kain's long ears are slicked to her skull in tension, yet she does make her way forth. Her careful gaze spots many fondling shinies, and she realizes she had clutched her own in an iron hold. Six feet of haft and bedecked in three wickedly jagged blades; a sword-like one at the base, a twisted scythe at the head, and a curve opposing the scythe, everything the blackest of black metal. Several choice swords had managed to nick and scrape the deadly edges, yet they lost none of their potency. Holding it near the base and ready to flow into vhelreeli, the woman stalks toward the redrider, tattered cloak billowing off behind her and hood away from a very-scarred face. Shooting a final glance to the blade that Edyn holds, Kain inches away, face tightening in traces of pain.

"Kwynn. That sword is...special. I ask you to keep it...far away from me. Very far."

Recoiling, the Guardian keeps her eye on it, dark grayish skin showing rigid muscles.

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