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Draugr is by me!
The spindly tall buildings of the city loomed up all around her, and Draugr slept beneath them restlessly, nestled into a crevice created by a collapsed slab of concrete. Among her last thoughts before sleep were wishes of foresight, that she might have brought a horse along. She wasn't certain what purpose it would have served -- she wasn't entirely sure how to ride. Perhaps she just wanted company. Her head was pillowed on her only bag, a leather contraption typically slung across her shoulder. It was filled with only her meager provisions. Dra expected to spend some days in the city, both puzzling out the meaning of her task and actually fulfilling that task.
Her first day had been fruitless thus far -- she had discovered few suitable places to sleep, and her sleeping hole now was more exposed than she might have liked. The air was spring-warm, not too cold and not too warm, and Dra was comfortable enough. Before long, however, a sound penetrated her dreams, one unlike anything she'd ever heard before in waking life. The dream faded slowly, and the sound did not -- when the drab wolfdog's eyes opened, she realized this sound was not from the dream at all.
She sat bolt upright, cracking a shoulder on the concrete painfully. She winced, but kept her mouth shut lest the sound-maker -- she presumed it was some wonderfully strange city-animal, some remnant of humanity -- became frightened and ran away. Crawling from her hiding space, Dra grabbed her bag and hurried forth as quietly as she could, following the noise out and into the street. The Bambino meandered ever-closer, her eyes finally settling on -- a Luperci?
So strange was the sight, the dark-furred wolfdog stepped forward boldly, no longer quiet and entirely forgetful she was not within the safe confines of Salsola, and spoke. What is that? she marveled.
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