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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:24 am
Azrael curled up on the coastline of the Dreamer's Isle, bare inches from where it took a sheer drop to the Ulaya's island below. He nudged the bone between his paws - the bone that had once been his back leg - and peered with his one good eye over the edge.
The trees made it difficult to see, but in one lightly wooded area, almost a meadow, he could spot a Ulaya hunting. His eye tracked over the hunter, watching, until they finally pounced.
It was almost as if he could feel the jolt of death, even as far away as he was. He closed his eyes and put his head down on his forepaws, resting his muzzle against the bone. He should have been dead when he ascended to the Dreamer's Isle. Instead, he lived on, caught between, with the scars of the attack that should have killed him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:52 pm
 The sun blazed uncomfortably high on this perticular day which caused her body to droop slightly in irritation. She was terribly out of sinc with the hours of the day; it almost made her deep sadness lurk from the deeps of her heart. Chilling icy blue eyes emerged from the shadows, eyeing the land with a weary caution. She, during her slow glaze across the land, spotted a form of another dreamer resting towards the side of the drop.
Soon curiosity grabbed hold her her limps and willed them towards the figure. She stalked over, with light and silent strides, to Azrael. Her pace soon slowed as she approached him, suddenly exhausted. If only the night would draw up sooner. She let a glance flutter up towards the sky. Perhaps it will today.
Taking in the dark form before her she spoke out, "What do you see?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:32 pm
She had come up on his blind side - he lifted his head and whipped it around to fix his good eye on her - and let it travel over the glittering silver stars in her pelt, the shadowy moon splashed across her shoulders. She was surely striking.
"A hunter," he said. "Making a kill. The amount of energy released when something dies is enormous, you know." He flexed his claws unconsciously at the thought, digging them in and out of the dirt. "I'm Azrael."
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