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[bg=000000] short, but open <3 Nightfall was sweeping across the province, bathing the baked earth with cooling moonlight; the silver tendrils of the white orb's gaze making the world shiver with relief from its touch. The day, for spring, had been particularly warm, to the point where it had become unbearable for most native creatures. The sun's heat had started evaporating the small pools of water which signalled the entrance to the caverns, and the ebony and russet female was miserable because of the intense heat. The light's unrivalled menace stung in her amber-hued eyes, and drove her back toward the cave from whence she came. It didn't help that the female was hypersensitive to light, something the Spartan female had learned to hide from her companions - it was a fault, and faults were not accepted in her homeland. It didn't make her any less of a threat, but it stung in her eyes - the pain had been unmistakable. But now, as the shadows grew longer and the blazing orb sank below the horizon, she found herself re-emerging from the blackness of the catacombs. She embraced the night - it was her home, and as she stepped from the safety of the cavern, she quivered in the blackness which engulfed her attractive frame. A grim smirk slithered across her auburn muzzle, charcoal lips splitting to reveal the twin, elongated daggers which made her such a menacing opponent. Allowing her salmon tongue to swipe hungrily across her slender jaws, the Doberman padded from the place she had called home for the past two days while on the hunt. Although it was typically the Helot's job to hunt, the attractive creature had an unusual thirst to satisfy, and often went hunting alone. Her fellows believed she was a great fan of the chase, and couldn't bear to let a Helot have all the fun, but in reality the Spartan had a much darker secret. She longed for the blood of her kin, a vampiric thirst which she could not permanently quell. Truthfully, she embraced it, and saw it as one of the reasons for her exceptional skill, strength and good health. She had fed the night before, taking a creature who had strayed too far from his settlement in search of food, unaware he was simply setting himself up to satisfy something much higher up the food chain. She had followed him, coveted him - for he had been a fine specimen of a shepherd-type breed - and then devoured him. Her strike was lightning fast and deadly; she had lunged after luring him into conversation, grasping him by the throat until his lungs no longer swelled with life, and his blood slowly drained into her waiting, eager mouth. She had taken great pleasure from her kill, savouring every last, crimson droplet of the life-giving liquid which had flowed within his veins, before returning to her cavern to rest. It wasn't that she had exerted herself that drove her back, but the threat of being discovered and the contented drowsiness that came with satiated thirst and a full stomach. Tonight, however, she would need to kill again - but this time, she would need something less conspicuous to drag home to her people, a deer, or perhaps a calf from a local's fields. There were endless opportunities to prey upon, so the delicately proportioned creature paused for a moment in the shadowy entrance to her makeshift home, and inhaled the cool scents of the night. With an audible sigh, she settled herself upon her haunches, before swiping her tongue across her russet jaws again, aware that all traces of her previous meal had been removed. Now, she would wait. [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[saber]

k a b o s

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The day was hot, the sun lording over the sky with little fear of its reign ending. Indeed, it would seem that the day would never end for the unfortunate traveler caught in the unyielding sunlight. In just such a situation, Kabos found himself cursing the bright orb above his head as he padded onwards. It was simply too hot to be travelling. But, he was behind in what little schedule he did have. The poor Malinois had been trotting through the heat most of the day, hoping to gain as much ground as possible as he headed towards Sparta.

Eventually, those salty curses died in Kabos’s throat, dissipating in the atmosphere as the temperature began to decline in favor of the chilled shadows. The trek would certainly be easier from here on out, seeing that the sun was nearing its end in the arch of its path in the sky. But with the end of day came night, and the night certainly wasn’t free of dangers. As a Free Man, Kabos was certainly used to travelling on his own and did not fear the night as some did but even to the trained and experienced, the night could bring untold dangers.

Night had fully blossomed now, leaving the canine wandering down some unseen path with only the moonlight as a guide. The moon was bright tonight and the sky was incredibly clear, allowing a considerable amount of light to bleach the area in a ghostly radiance. But, even with this greater light, shadows weren’t entirely banished from the world, allowing for possible, hidden dangers. But this possibility didn’t retard Kabos. In fact, it kept him moving, in hopes of finding some type of shelter soon.

Kabos was no new-timer in these parts. He had walked the road to Sparta many times before because of his friendly connections there. Spartans were certainly fierce warriors but he had managed a few friendly encounters and was generally welcomed to advance into Spartan land. Well, at least during the day. The night was another situation. Night was the time creatures were out on the hunt or lying in wait for some unaware prey to cross their path. And he would certainly be one such prey item if he didn’t find cover. Sure, he wasn’t a push over when it came to fighting (or, if his pride wasn’t so prideful, running) but walking all day in the blazing heat had taken some toll on his level of fitness.

Eventually, Kabos came to a stop, taking a short break from his continuous (and rather monotonous) travelling. Letting his honey gold opals roam what little of the horizon he could see, Kabos tried to remember where he was. Even with the full moon, the landscape certainly looked different during the day than this late at night. But, whatever sign or outcropping he was looking for he obviously found because one second he was impatiently throwing his gaze about and the next he was in a full run.

He had spotted something, he was sure. The last time he had passed this way, he had taken harbor in the various, winding tunnels known as the Catacombs of Diros. He was, hopefully, now loping towards one of the many entrances to the catacombs that would hide his presence until the next day. After a few moments, Kabos could see his destination in sight: a darker shadow against the black of night that was the entrance to the catacombs (if his memory was correct). Slowly, the Malinois came to a quiet stop a few yards away from the opening, pausing in favor of being as cautious as possible.

ooc; Ew, bad post is bad.