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Date Posted: 16:00:20 12/04/02 Wed
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Zane||Lome 's message, "...Thank you..." on 20:29:28 12/03/02 Tue

Kain feels the boy's eyes on her back immidiately and she spins to meet his gaze. Emotionless and grim, she watches him carefully, untrusting. With one fluid motion, the mercenary is moving again, moving up the jagged mountain and slipping not at all. And she settles again upon a crag several meters above Zane, now standing and cloak whipping behind her in a freezing wind. Of course, she'd felt worse...much worse. The shiver that crawls up her back has nothing to do with the chill. Lone black eye rolls carefully from the boy below to where her bonded hovers, yet casting a wary, imperious glance every now and then. Death lurks in that gaze.

Lunimae flaps lightly, still graceful and cammanding even in the tight airspace. Her head swings out, and jaws close in a growling snap of jagged teeth locking into place, inches from the tips of Lome's crimson fur.

Aye. Now...backwing up a bit..need my space..

Presuming the male does so, the gray spirals tightly into the open, a surge of blackish shadow. And she circles through the air carefully, 'bronze' eyes casting across the red's apparent bonded and her own. A deep rumble is emitted, and still she soars, like a gargantuan vulture.

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Replies:

...Watched... -- Zane||Lome, 20:50:25 12/05/02 Thu
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae, 10:02:05 12/06/02 Fri
  - ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae OOC, 14:43:45 12/19/02 Thu