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ooc: As long as I’m getting caught up .......
Elsewhere - At about the dinner hour
A howl, thunderous and mournful, rises in the distance. Life, life ancient and powerful expresses itself. The woman. Ears straighten and nostrils expand hungrily after her scent. Once more, however, other scents are heavy in the air, the scents of other lives, lives to be devoured on the way to the woman, lives that know the woman. A rumbling rises within powerful bodies, a rumbling like the toppling of coffins and the breaking of the bones of the dead. In gasps of terrible hunger the rumbling shudders outward through throats filled with the polluted air of the grave. First from, the largest, a howling bursts forth, a sound heavy with the sonorous droning of unliving monotony, a weighty, ponderous and oppressive sound. One throat rumbles with sound and yet within a single throat is the howling of many, as if an entire pack of the dead find collective voice in the lifelessness of a single set of hungry jaws.
From other throats the same ponderous tones arise and within these throats too are the death rattles of the many. Heavy is the song, heavy with unrelenting monotone of the dead, and as the heavy notes of this song crash against the stillness of oncoming night legs begin to move. The air is heavy with the stink of life and death arrives singing the song of its hunger. They run as a pack and yet each itself is the death of a pack, and so they split, some toward the wolves that belong to the woman and others in the direction of the dragon. And a quiet town with its famous tavern lies along their way......
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