<font color='#555555'><span style='color:silver'>Year: 81777 Season: Mia Day: 25 Thus, Revepali's age is: 1300</span> --- It was a strange evening indeed; that saw Revepali A Sombra strolling about a serene and large lake of clear water. However; as odd as such a scene might seem; Revepali indeed was, almost waltzing her way about Magi Lake's beautiful shoreline, in the middle of Mia's coldest period, as stars twinkled above; and snowflakes fell softly. The slightly psychotic and insomnia-stricken pendragon danced upon her hind legs in 'anthro-form', having donned an outfit consisting of a heavily embroidered and tattered bodice, an equally tatty pair of black slacks; and oddly enough; a multitude of coloured scarves; all of which were draped and tied around her neck, waist, arms and legs, with a riot of colours falling from her paw-like hands as she twirled gracefully. The extremely lithe femme was apparently; in one of her stranger moods; when her usually 'angry', rude and impatient self gave way to blissful serenity, and maniacal tranquility. To heighten even moreso, Reve's lunacy, if at all possible; the white-tiger-like pendragon, whose silvery white coat matched the snow-laden ground and trees well; darker gray and coal slashes and mane also melding well with the few dark sticks and ruddy scrub-like bushes dotted here and there; those not hidden beneath ice and snow; was.. singing. "Est mys sha gula nyym shus azkesat na Shus shjellt ump paledhst na, yh my Est qots sha maujmatt yv iyo Es etms iyoj tfaas kymbajtuseym Shus rjemdt shet tamtuseym, yh my Est qots sha maujmatt yv iyo Fham iyoja em ni ujnt ump E vaal iyo ty klyta sy na Ull ni felpats pjaunt kyna sjoa E maap my tyvs ledhst sy amkhums na Ev iyoll ymli djums na sha jedhs Sy hylp iyo abaj ty sedhs Ump sy vaal em sha medhs sha maujmatt yv iyo" On finishing her song; Revepali stopped her dancing and stared out across the wide expanse of water that was Magi Lake. Smiling in amusement at herself; her previously clear, steel blue eyes took on a much less tranquil tarnished grey; as her personality returned to its usual self. "I wonder.. if the ice on that lake would be thick enough.. to skate upon.." the scarf-adorned pendragon pondered aloud.. "or might I fall victim to The Great Beast that legend assures me, lays beneath in wait..?"</font>
<font color='silver'>A soft fur was draped around Shiraz's shoulders. It was silvery gray, and dotted with tiny white snowflakes, brilliantly beautiful in their sugar-spun crystalline forms. Of course, one might not look closely at the snowflakes if they saw the femme's body. It was quadrupedal, yes, but soft and gorgeous nonetheless, and curved perfectly. Every hair on the spy's body was drenched wine-red, excepting of course the creme-coloured, off-white fur on her belly. She was immistakable, but somehow she lent herself well to the spying business. She was surprisingly hard to find. Today she was at the frozen lake escaping a merchant who she'd swindled some illegal weapons from, to give to a client. But that was a whole other tangled web, one that she did not prefer to think about at the moment. Here, she was alone and free, and quite glad to be as well. Spying and cheating and seducing males was a very tazy profession, but then, one couldn't do it all the time. At this particular moment, she was still breathing at a slightly faster clip than normal, after having run from this very angry merchant for quite some time. The femme rippled muscles hidden beneath burgundy fur, and threw off the fur with spoiled abandon. Then she sat back in the thin covering of snow, and stretched out her creme-coloured, feathered wings. Shiraz then bent her neck down, and dipped up some snow, letting it dissolve on her tongue for a moment before hastily gulping up more. She was thirsty. After her thirst had been satisfyed, she threw the furs back over herself, folding her wings in at her sides. Then she proceded to pace on the lake, thinking about her various jobs and how to do them. She was immersed in thought, when, out of the very corner of her eye, she saw Revepali. She did not notice the femme's reletively young age, just that she was here, in the chill, not elsewhere in the warmth. This aroused suspicion in her. What is she doing here? she thought, and reflex soon found her slouched in fighting stance.</font>
