07-14-2008, 03:07 PM
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OOC: Quick and short, yes? Also, he's shifted.
He'd been atop the mountain again when he saw her. The shape, moving clumsily across the treacherous rocks. Lubomir stood silently, like some sentinel of old, his features blank and dispassionate. She was young, much younger than Ember. And she was certainly foolish to attempt the climb like that. His eyes left her for a moment, as she rested on the edge of the gorge, and he gazed towards Inferni lands again, his eyes narrowing just so. The filth. His wounds, healing a lot quicker now, did not bother him so much. Indeed, they would eventually just be thin white scars underneath the grey fur. Still, it hurt inside, because no matter what, he had been weak and he had been beaten. Twice. In two days.
Those ghosts, however, belonged to a different time. Now, there was a strange female on the mountain and he would investigate. Lubomir carefully made his way towards her, picking his footing slowly, preferring a descent rate he could control. Soon, he was within range of her, without being too close. She looked like that filth Gabriel, the same pelt, the same general appearance. Lubomir sniffed the air. Inferni. She reeked of it. His eyes narrowed and he let out a growl. A spy, this close to Shadowed Sun? 'What are you doing here?' His tone was cold and menacing, his eyes glinting like shards of steel. She had no right to be here, none at all.
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He'd been atop the mountain again when he saw her. The shape, moving clumsily across the treacherous rocks. Lubomir stood silently, like some sentinel of old, his features blank and dispassionate. She was young, much younger than Ember. And she was certainly foolish to attempt the climb like that. His eyes left her for a moment, as she rested on the edge of the gorge, and he gazed towards Inferni lands again, his eyes narrowing just so. The filth. His wounds, healing a lot quicker now, did not bother him so much. Indeed, they would eventually just be thin white scars underneath the grey fur. Still, it hurt inside, because no matter what, he had been weak and he had been beaten. Twice. In two days.
Those ghosts, however, belonged to a different time. Now, there was a strange female on the mountain and he would investigate. Lubomir carefully made his way towards her, picking his footing slowly, preferring a descent rate he could control. Soon, he was within range of her, without being too close. She looked like that filth Gabriel, the same pelt, the same general appearance. Lubomir sniffed the air. Inferni. She reeked of it. His eyes narrowed and he let out a growl. A spy, this close to Shadowed Sun? 'What are you doing here?' His tone was cold and menacing, his eyes glinting like shards of steel. She had no right to be here, none at all.