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branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the large hut in the northeast corner for thralls to rest==
and says to ALL: Steps out into the cool evening air. The muscles tense as he stretches his thick bronzed arms out, the fists clenching and then unclenching as he yawns. He bends forward, working the muscles in his back, then plods forward towards the center of camp with a yawn. The cool evening wind brushes up the flesh of against a solid exposed body, causing the long straight brown hair to flip back and forth around the tarnished metal collar.
heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the common area of the Lair, south of the Leader's Hut, near the central Fire Pit==
and says to ALL: Stepping close to the fire and appreciating the warmth of an instant, his pale green eyes look around the camp and see and hear no movement other than the light crackle of the fire and the beating of wind against the wooden slats of the huts. Rubbing his thickly bearded jaw and grunting, he steps over to an area near the firepit and begins to pull the thick furs up. The large calloused hands grip the heavy furs, pulling them off the ground and sliding them onto his powerful browned right shoulder with a slap. Without a word, he steps through the grass, picking up and collecting the furs that sit in a circle around the fire. The bulges in his shoulder begin to tense at the weight, but eventually he pulls up the last fur and lays it on the incredibly thick pile resting on his shoulders. Steadying the pile with both hands as it rests on his shoulder, he strides over to the side of the main area, where a long corded rope remains taut between two trees.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the common area of the Lair, south of the Leader's Hut, near the central Fire Pit==
and says to ALL: Standing near the rope, he reaches up and pulls the top fur off his shoulder. At the movement, several furs suddenly begin to slide down his skin. Bringing both hands back up, he steadies the pile again. Carefully he picks up the first fur and holds it over the rope, dropping it skin side inward and then steadying the fur. His bare feet take a few steps to his right over the hard cold ground, where he picks up the second fur and slides it over the rope, fur side outward again. With growing ease, he pulls the lightening load of furs off his shoulder and onto the rope, the large hands moving faster with practice. Finally he slides the last fur off his shoulder and onto the end of the rope. Massaging the muscles in the shoulder for an ihn, he then examines the rope with hard eyes, sagging under the great weight of the furs.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the common area of the Lair, south of the Leader's Hut, near the central Fire Pit==
and says to ALL: A few quick steps take him near one of the trees, where a large smooth stick rests at its base. He bends over and takes hold of the stick, the fingers curling around the rigid wood. Straightening up, he brings the stick out, and then swings it inward with a mighty blow, hitting the fur with a loud whiff and sending a dark cloud of dust and dirt into the air, visible even in the dim firelight. He coughs, a low rough sound, but then pulls the wood back and swings again, striking the fur with incredible force. A smaller cloud of dust and dirt poofs into the air, then slowly trails down to the dirt below. His eyes filled with a cold chill and a focused intensity, he continues to strike the fur, the powerful biceps and triceps contracting, then tightening with the effort of every swing. Finally even the strong blows cause no dust or dirt to appear to his eye, and he steps over to the next fur, repeating the procedure. The solid tanned arms show no sign of fatigue as he steps down the row, striking the furs with incredible force, each swing causing a loud whuff as the wood strikes the furs.
heath{PClaw}
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the common area of the Lair, south of the Leader's Hut, near the central Fire Pit==
and says to ALL: Nearing the end of the line, he begins to feel some weariness in his arms. Stopping and watching the remaining furs, he looks over to the tree and tosses the branch. It strikes the base with a thack and then tumbles down to the grass. Stepping forward against the fur so it faces him at chest level, his right hand suddenly flips up from his side and strikes the fur, causing the dust cloud and the fur to swing backwards on the line. When it settles again, he strikes with his left fist, the right pulling back to his waist while his left strikes out against the fur, the arm straight, the knuckles in a 90 degree angle to the face of the fur as it smacks the surface. Without waiting for it to stop waving on the line, he continues to strike the fur, each fist moving in tandem with the other to provide a relentless barrage. Finally, with the fur swing back and forth on the line, he stops, and lowers his hands, the green eyes smoldering with fading rage.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the common area of the Lair, south of the Leader's Hut, near the central Fire Pit==
and says to ALL: With a grunt, he reaches out and pulls the fur off the line, removing it and slapping it on his right shoulder again. Slowly he walks to the left, down the line, pulling off each fur and placing it on his shoulder in the reverse order. Once all furs sit on his shoulder, the line empty, he turns and crosses back through the cold grass, placing the furs back on the ground. Bending down to lay down each fur and smooth it out, he steps through the camp until each fur returns to a circle around the sharp red fire that reaches endlessly up to the stars above.
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