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Post by shadowreine on May 29, 2010 23:08:04 GMT -5
Teosk ran through the shadows, head down. The russet wher was, for once, enjoying himself. It helped that his handler was chasing after him, enjoying the game.
Not that a human had much chance of keeping up. Had they been going somewhere with purpose, then Teosk would have carried the woman on his powerful back. Easily the size of a large brown, he had no difficulty doing so, although his wings were not big enough to get them aloft.
He knew that his handler was troubled. Somebody was attacking dragon queens and rankers. Somebody she feared might attack him, although he could see no reason why. If they did, he would kill them. He had no qualms about doing so...less, in fact, than most whers. He was, after all, russet, and only being bonded to a strong-willed woman kept him from becoming a dangerous, feral beast.
He would definitely kill the assassin if he found him. And probably enjoy it.
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