(322) I think I might have even replied, too. :| Poo poo on you, data loss.
Draugr is by Despi!
The slave was of magnificent quality. Her fur was jet-black, as few others possessed within Salsola. Her mother, even, was highlighted with chocolate and cinnamon and silver. Draugr herself had highlights of coal, but little else -- the rest of her fur was the deep, red-brown of a chocolate Doberman or similar dog. The word she spoke was laced with heavy accents and perhaps even of another language. Draugr's ears swept forward to hear it, and she understood it for an agreement. The hybrid hesitated to continue onward as the dark-hued slave approached, speaking again. Death, dealt all for her -- Draugr's smile was genuine. Lovely, she said, complimenting the woman's obedience and her offer.
With that, the hybrid turned tail and stalked her thick-bodied form to the first of the low-hanging shacks. A quick sniff around the dilapidated building told her all she needed to know -- there were no intruders here, and there had never been. Or, if there had been, it had been so long their scents were gone. The farmhouses, larger and with more places to hide, were a better bet. Breaking into a swift trot, the hybrid made her way toward the former outline of the property. What had once been a wooden fence outlined it, but most of the fence had fallen over, pushed to the ground by the wind or torn asunder by some charging deer.
Draugr picked her way across the wooden splinters, grimacing. She stopped all of a sudden, tail and ears lifting. There was another figure in the distance -- two-legged and slinking. They were clearly beyond the borders of Salsola -- the low stone fence marking this part of the perimeter were in the foreground -- but they were approaching, albeit cautiously. Draugr stiffened and stared, pale purple eyes appraising the figure from afar. They did not seem intent to join -- this was skulking, or perhaps marauding, even.
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