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... one to drain dry. Aleith < Weyrs may be different but herdbeasts are all the same. Talurith glides above the grounds, hissing, and reaches for one of the panicking creatures, impaling them with his lonr talons. Suddenly eerily silent, the Istan bronze flicks his wings back, lands, and latches onto the screaming bovine's neck to drink. His eyes are a brilliant red, shot through with purple like ...
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