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Posted by Chilali on December 3, 2005, 7:18 pm A shiver went down the large fae's body -- she was rather large, for a female, the size of a male timber wolf. Her strength was almost equal to that, for she held a horrendous ferociouty when it came to raking fangs and tearing flesh...that was an admirable hobby. Now she stood silent, not even panting. Snow tumbled down her dense coat as she rose her head, letting out a very low note of a howl, starting as the purr of a satisfied cat and rising into the high-pitched screech of a banshee. Her voice echoed through the meadow, eyes glittering with an odd sense of lust and greed....
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Her coat appeared new, a pure white with no yellow tinge, a she had recently bathed. The tundra wolf's golden eyes didn't glitter, and held still, save the occasional drift of a wandering pupil to catch a snow rabbit or the sort. It was the way she stood that was entrancing; she was almost a statue, a pale ivory statue staring into the windy ivory meadow. The wind played in her fur, pushing and wavering the strands about almost playfully. Her years were young, and she was only two, although her golden eyes carried wisdom....wether or not it was the folly of pyrite was yet to be drawn upon.
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