08-14-2009, 03:14 PM
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The borders had changed. Even the scents around these were different. His head lowered and he began to take them in, pacing wildly, tail following the motion of his spine. Cwmfen’s scent was much weaker then he had expected—especially given she was third in command. Frustrated by this, Ezekiel’s speed increased. That was, of course, until a voice broke through the buzzing in his head. Startled, he jumped, head and tail rising and heart pounding in his chest.
He did not recognize the copper-colored woman. Her body language was not outright aggression, but he had no doubt that the stories about Inferni had warped them into monsters. Once his heart had managed to slow back to the ragged pace it had been at his arrival, he attempted to regain some composure. This was made difficult due mostly to his mouth hanging open, panting heavily, potentially making him look vicious due to the bared teeth and scars on his face. “Cwmfen,” he managed to say, and then coughed heavily. [/html]