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Her wolves whine softly and bury their heads in the tall grass and leaves
accumulated around her cloak. The younger ones begin to sing, helping at least to their minds,
to help drown out the sound of the scratching. The beeswax mixed with baneroot is working,
at least mostly.
Her eyes narrow as she cocks her head to the side, and her faint wolf shadow upon the ground
lifts it's head and howls....... loud and long, into the evening air... The spirals painted
upon her cheeks adds a little more protection against the banewolves, if only to help her
keep her mind upon what she needs to do..
She needs them to move closer. Her mind both objects to this, and agrees, and in the end, her
willpower overpowers the need to take a step back. Lifting her staff above her head, she
starts to softly sing into the wind, adding her voice to the younger wolves, and the stone
upon the staff sends a shaft of pure blue light into the air.
It hits the ground a few feet behind the banes, and the ground and rocks explode upwards in
tiny shards, moving directly towards them.
[ 04-27-2005, 11:17 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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