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Draugr is by me!
The dark-furred youth was nearly ready to move into her own home. She was not certain if she was allowed such a thing prior to attaining adulthood, but Dra did not think there was any harm in preparing. The Gjalda slave had constructed the wall and door as she'd commanded -- not asked, commanded, she reminded herself -- and all was nearing completion. It was difficult for Draugr to remember her place above these slaves. While the youth had an innate understanding of submission and dominance and their associated hierarchy, her innate instincts did not account for slaves. She had to remind herself just how below her they were -- it was their purpose to serve. They ought to know nothing else, and asking only confused the roles.
The drab brown hybrid smiled at her hunkering little ruin. Most of the second floor was destroyed, and lumpy earth and piles of stone extended around it, perhaps evidence of older walls, long fallen into the earth. She moved around its outskirts, busying herself with its defenses and camouflage. The grasses of Drifter Bay grew tall in many places and were easily transportable when young, and Draugr thought she might find a climbing vines to cover the outer walls of her home. The sun dipped downward toward the horizon slowly as she worked, the skies above first burning and then mellowing to a cool and pale purple the shade of Dra's own eyes.
When she had finished with this, the wolfdog meandered to a nearby copse of trees, narrow and twisted pines that hunkered low to the earth, and sat down. It was several good yards to her ruin and her view was perfect. As she looked, however, the woman frowned: something, or several somethings, were still missing. Dra did not know what those missing things were, and puzzled over it quietly, her head just slightly tilted to one side.
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