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<div>As Wilkairtha held up the Weird laden axe, Karala felt the humming buzz of Destiny in her ears. Her parents blood bright red red against the cold white snow, a savior in Predators clothing. These memories flooded her consciousness. As her wolf started a series of long, low howls, Karala stepped towards Wilkairtha and said</div><div><br></div><div>"Give this weapon to me. I quest to destroy the Kingdom of War but I know that tied up this quest is the future survival of my people and yours, perhaps that of all Predators and Prey Peoples of the Great Ancestors. I also believe that somehow I or we can lift the Curse that so afflicts your people. It is my Weird...."</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>-:)</div><div><br></div><div>Dougie.</div><div><br></div><div><br><div><html>On 7 May 2008, at 11:00, Lev Lafayette wrote:</html><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><blockquote type="cite"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">The ever-emotionless immortal king of the Telmori,</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">Wilkairatha was terse in his response but clearly</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">angered. "You may walk your own path, lone wolf. But</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">know that this tribe is no longer for you. I gave you</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">the most holy relic of our people in hope that you</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">could carry it with the honour of the Beastpeople. But</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">you will not." The smooth-skinned hero wrested the axe</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">from Knarl's grip as the other Telmori howled in</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">approval at his actions. Wilkairatha carried the axe</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">among the members of the Fellowship. "Who among you is</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">brave enough and close enough to beast to carry this</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">relic of our people?"</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">He stopped and waited at Karala to give him an</font></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px"><font face="Helvetica" size="3" style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">answer.... [Dougie, I think this is your call.]</font></p> </blockquote></div><br></div></body></html>