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[h3][color=SlateBlue]In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3]
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Seeing the food, Dunny sent up a joyous bout of barking as his tail stirred the dust that covered the ruined village into a impressive cloud. Scarfing down the meat while Mikhail talked, Dunny was thoughtful enough to vanish half. His friend would probably be all puffed up and annoyed that Dunny had trusted this pointed-eared fellow so easily, yet how could he not? This one smelled of blood to be sure, but he was being nice and didn't have the stink of 'evil', as his friend called it, about him. Evil was a silly word according to the Kindred Sceltie. There were plenty of acts and things that might not be good, but evil was... Too focused? It closed out the other aspects of life. If you called one human of the Blood evil, then why were they not all evil just because of the Jewels they wore and the status they held? It was an old argument between the two.

Studying Mikhail as he ran his hands over the strange pointed ears that this human Blood had, Dunny nodded with a gleeful yap. [i]*You are Dea Al Mon. Dea Al Mon have pointed ears! They are from Kaeleer!*[/i] Which stood to reason what Kaeleer was and where it was. Dunny stored that particular question away as the Dea Al Mon asked another question that had the tail drooping slightly. [i]*I can't tell why...*[/i] Dunny huffed, looking a bit guilty before there was a slight feeling of Craft from the edge of the village where the woods was starting to encroach on the once pristine lawns. Whoever was there was hidden in the deep shadows from the leafless branches as moon was setting and the sun was slow to rise- the sky not yet holding a hit of the light that was going to come and soon. [i]*Oh! My friend is here! I will show you again sometime!*[/i] Turning to go the Sceltie paused and gave a goofy dog-smile to Mikhail. [i]*Thank you for food!*[/i] There was a slight crackle as leaves snapped underfoot off in the dying forest. [i]*Impatient.*[/i] Came the amused Sending from Dunny as he trotted towards the figure. [i]*He had good food!*[/i] The figure within the deep shadows appeared average height, broad of shoulder and there was a certain sense of 'male' to the figure, if Mikhail were to probe the weaker Jewel- a lighter Jewel.