11-18-2007, 01:38 AM
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He had caught her scent above the snow, and trailed it to this place. It was not unfamiliar—he had known it from the day he had returned. Syemv still lived then, in the place where he now slept. The building was his war-prize, his symbol of power. It sat at ease with his scars. The one on his face, the most prominent, was the only one he hated. It was a fool’s mark, something he never should have gained. Of course, the man who had caused it now lay dead and buried, so it didn’t matter.[/html]
The woman on his border was pacing, almost nervously. Gabriel approached at a walk, four legs moving easily over the sand. Halting shortly before they came within an uncomfortable distance, he spoke. “Do you want something?”