10-16-2009, 11:47 PM
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Inbreeding had damned their bloodline, but this was not the thing that cursed Larkspur. His fur had done that for him. Since birth, he had been an outcast. He knew only pain and fear. These were the things that had made him evolve the way he had. Scars, now covered in brands or hidden under his fur, were as much a part of him as the dark coat. They were the only sign he knew how to fight; his size was irrelevant. That had come when he learned how to steal. Steal well he did.
The only thing he did better was pray, under his breath and in that half-mad, rambling tongue of the Khalif. A cold wind blew from the west, bringing with it the smell of salt water. Lark only knew what that was because he had seen it, coming here. “Then we do Tak’s Work,” he echoed. Idly, his lips pulled up and he yawned widely, off-white teeth a sharp contrast against his orange and black fur.
The only thing he did better was pray, under his breath and in that half-mad, rambling tongue of the Khalif. A cold wind blew from the west, bringing with it the smell of salt water. Lark only knew what that was because he had seen it, coming here. “Then we do Tak’s Work,” he echoed. Idly, his lips pulled up and he yawned widely, off-white teeth a sharp contrast against his orange and black fur.
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