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Manelwen · 04-30-2002, 08:33 PM

Anarya Silverbranch, I don't know if you are speaking to me...

Celebanca curled her lip at the impetuous dog who paced back and forth in front of her. "I am not Warg. I am wolf." She corrected the impetuous pup. "Do not be so quick to assume that all have trespassed in your precious territory, if you call it that. I am here against my will. Your master is keeping me here and if you haven't seen these chains already, I did not choose to put them on." She growled, curling her lip and showing a long ivory canine that gleamed in the last dying rays of the sun.

"You are warg to me."

"I am not a warg." The wolf lunged at the dog, a mere pup in her eyes but was visciously jolted when she reached the end of her chain. "Warg are tortured dark spirits, something I am not. Watch your mouth you impetuous little pup before I tear your throat out."

The Greyhound stood her ground, eyeing the wolf wearly. Silently she watched the wolf as she paced. Celebanca expected the hound to attack, her muscles tensed with the anticipation of it and her senses were averted to the beast, listening to every thumb of her heart and the breath the rushed to her lungs. Would she be willing to fight the wolf, someone who was twice her size, and weight?

[ April 30, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ]

04-30-2002, 08:33 PM	#13
Manelwen Haunting Spirit Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Alqualondë Posts: 78	Anarya Silverbranch, I don't know if you are speaking to me... Celebanca curled her lip at the impetuous dog who paced back and forth in front of her. "I am not Warg. I am wolf." She corrected the impetuous pup. "Do not be so quick to assume that all have trespassed in your precious territory, if you call it that. I am here against my will. Your master is keeping me here and if you haven't seen these chains already, I did not choose to put them on." She growled, curling her lip and showing a long ivory canine that gleamed in the last dying rays of the sun. "You are warg to me." "I am not a warg." The wolf lunged at the dog, a mere pup in her eyes but was visciously jolted when she reached the end of her chain. "Warg are tortured dark spirits, something I am not. Watch your mouth you impetuous little pup before I tear your throat out." The Greyhound stood her ground, eyeing the wolf wearly. Silently she watched the wolf as she paced. Celebanca expected the hound to attack, her muscles tensed with the anticipation of it and her senses were averted to the beast, listening to every thumb of her heart and the breath the rushed to her lungs. Would she be willing to fight the wolf, someone who was twice her size, and weight? [ April 30, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ] __________________ Victory favors neither the righteous nor the wicked. It favors the prepared.