As the night comes in

[Kansas Sadira]

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http://www.digital-bonsai.com/katew/tem ... etable.jpg); background-color:#082A3E; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:15px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:312px;"> Sorry for the ramblings. And I will be much faster from now on. Just had a busy past couple days. Kansas had never in his wildest thoughts expected something like this to happen. Not here, where he and his family indulged in warm safety. Now he understood what had happened, but he could still remember the intense uncertainty and horror he had felt on the night of the raid. He could not forget the blood, the frenzy of violence, nor could he forget that he had almost lost his daughter to them. Worse was that now, his friend and leader had been taken along with one of their pack members, and so far AniWaya showed no signs of relinquishing them despite Savina's fairness. The ebony matron had ordered more patrolling, and as much as he feared encountering trouble, Kansas had been spending much more of his time encircling the Dreamer's territory, perpetually Secui just in case an intruder dared cross the line. He had never manifested the form so much in his life, and he did not like it, grimacing whenever he took to it. He had begun to lose sleep again, yet unlike his depression of this year, he could not spend those hours playing music or reading. Instead, he changed to his Secui form and headed for the borders. He missed being able to relax, but he did this willingly, without a second of hesitation. It was what Savina had asked, and what his pack needed right now. These were the circumstances tonight. He lay with his eyes wide open as if to quell the barrage of terrible images from his mind. Silently, he got up, went downstairs, and shifted into his most intimidating form. He headed east, where he had not patrolled before. If there was trouble tonight, perhaps they would try to trick the Dreamers by going around and through Shiloh Hills, invading from there. The ivory-furred male was noisier than desired, but not too much. He had learned to adjust to this form, though he would never move as gracefully as he did when he was Lupus. The sound of hooves crashing though underbrush was unmistakable. Kansas froze, tensing, his ruff bristling with alarm. With his mind consumed by fear, his first thought was to send a warning call into the night air and flee, but with a few deep breaths he realized that would not be the most intelligent thing to do. He crouched near a tree and bush and watched the mounted canine's approach, nose twitching. It was his scent that made Kansas glad that he had chosen to stay. The white halfling revealed himself to Alder, approaching carefully, wary that in this beastly form he might spook the gigantic horse. Alder, he breathed, obviously revealed.

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