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piosenniel · 12-08-2002, 02:26 PM

Dûrêl watched as her brother sat on the edge of the rocky outcropping, his muzzle lifted to the late evening breezes, taking in the rich scents from the south. Carchmoroth had sent them to gather information and they had moved closer in toward the land infested by Men, listening and looking and smelling out the news. Dúgoroth turned his head toward her, motioning her to come sit beside him. ‘The wind carries promise of another large group of four-leggeds.’ he said, smiling wolvishly at her.

‘Sheep.’ she said, rising languidly to stretch. She trotted slowly over to him, and sat down, her shoulder touching his. ‘That is what they are called.’ She sniffed the air, her eyes narrowing. ‘There are more than the scents of sheep, brother. They have put more dogs among them, and more men.’ They sat, drinking in the information that the wind brought them. The scents grew fainter as the shepherds moved their flocks back towards the large, fenced village for the night. The two watched the sun sink low and drop behind the hills. On silent feet they raced back to their pack’s lair.

‘Sheep – so that is how they are named.’ mused Dúgoroth, turning the name over in his mind as they sped along. ‘Four-legged . . . two-legged . . . they are all good hunting.’

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12-08-2002, 02:26 PM	#29
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Dûrêl watched as her brother sat on the edge of the rocky outcropping, his muzzle lifted to the late evening breezes, taking in the rich scents from the south. Carchmoroth had sent them to gather information and they had moved closer in toward the land infested by Men, listening and looking and smelling out the news. Dúgoroth turned his head toward her, motioning her to come sit beside him. ‘The wind carries promise of another large group of four-leggeds.’ he said, smiling wolvishly at her. ‘Sheep.’ she said, rising languidly to stretch. She trotted slowly over to him, and sat down, her shoulder touching his. ‘That is what they are called.’ She sniffed the air, her eyes narrowing. ‘There are more than the scents of sheep, brother. They have put more dogs among them, and more men.’ They sat, drinking in the information that the wind brought them. The scents grew fainter as the shepherds moved their flocks back towards the large, fenced village for the night. The two watched the sun sink low and drop behind the hills. On silent feet they raced back to their pack’s lair. ‘Sheep – so that is how they are named.’ mused Dúgoroth, turning the name over in his mind as they sped along. ‘Four-legged . . . two-legged . . . they are all good hunting.’ [ December 08, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.