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For Reaper and TAO
Of all the things that move through the air none moves so well as the owl. Silent is its flight and deadly is the swiftness of its strike. Soundlessly they move, these gray owls that have heard the call of the woman. These are the owls that have feasted upon the blood and entrails of the Chaos Hound on that night when the firing of Rune Arrows and the whispering of prayers to gods not of these forums buried its ravenous appetite in the depths of the ravine. Many of their number have been consumed by the Devouring Wind. Many, but not all, and those that remain gather in the sky near the jagged cliffs that mark the entrance to the ravine and, having gathered, glide in silent flight through the heavy dusk of evening following after words whose trace still lingers upon the wind.
ooc: Reaper would be in position to note this curious gathering and movement of owls.
[ 03-12-2004, 03:14 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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