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		<title>Lionheart at 18:30, 2 January 2013</title>
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		<title>Oathkeeper at 18:29, 2 January 2013</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Hati]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It is, perhaps, a sign of the sad state of the world that these two do have such similar stories. There is a great deal that lies different between them. &amp;quot;The old stories show how foolish a task it is to try to bring back the dead. Those who would try to bargain with Hades always ended up on the losing end, and there are some even beyond his realm.&amp;quot; She has no first-hand experience with the so-called 'Lord of the Dead', but she is wary of anyone who traffics in souls. The wolf's expression is serious as she watches the movements of the unicorns, still considering if this truly could be the task that her master had set out upon. &amp;quot;I have heard that when you love someone, they become something worth fighting for, even if it is hopeless. I don't know if it's a romantic ideal, or a foolish one.&amp;quot; Hati shrugs her shoulders.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;She has no issues with speaking such things around Katyna. For others among the Shadow Lords, the idea of even mentioning such a thing might be a bit of an anathema, but Hati has always spoken her mind, especially about things that she is curious over. &amp;quot;Besides, it's not as if we aren't stubborn in our own ways.&amp;quot; She smirks, but does listen to the description of this other werewolf. Something about her... &amp;quot;They're only our enemy if they make themselves. What's the loss of a few Heartless? It does nothing to weaken the greater whole. There are always more.&amp;quot; At least, this is how Hati sees it. They are mindless creatures, and sending a few to their deaths is something she has no great qualms over.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As her hunting partner goes to take the other side of the herd, Hati crouches down, drawing out one of her daggers. While she is quite skilled as a wolf in hand-to-hand combat, where she truly shines is in stealth and subterfuge. The girl is a natural thief, and her hunting instincts make her dangerous. So, when the unicorns are spooked, she lies in wait, ready for the moment to strike. The herd splits, leaving the chosen female stranded on one side of the fire. She rears back, the mare tossing her head from side to side before trying to run for the trees. The trees where Hati just happens to be hiding. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It happens in a flash - quick enough that if you blink, you'd miss it. The mare is brought down with one smooth swipe of the blade and a heavy thump of the body. Hati is already there to collect the blood, &amp;quot;To the hunter, half the spoils.&amp;quot; She motions towards the horn, giving that particular trophy to Katyna, it seems. &amp;quot;If nothing else, it will fetch a fair price. I only need the blood.&amp;quot; She finishes filling one flask, and then starts on a second. &amp;quot;Although, I do wonder if unicorn steaks would be tasty.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Hati]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It is, perhaps, a sign of the sad state of the world that these two do have such similar stories. There is a great deal that lies different between them. &amp;quot;The old stories show how foolish a task it is to try to bring back the dead. Those who would try to bargain with Hades always ended up on the losing end, and there are some even beyond his realm.&amp;quot; She has no first-hand experience with the so-called 'Lord of the Dead', but she is wary of anyone who traffics in souls. The wolf's expression is serious as she watches the movements of the unicorns, still considering if this truly could be the task that her master had set out upon. &amp;quot;I have heard that when you love someone, they become something worth fighting for, even if it is hopeless. I don't know if it's a romantic ideal, or a foolish one.&amp;quot; Hati shrugs her shoulders.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;She has no issues with speaking such things around Katyna. For others among the Shadow Lords, the idea of even mentioning such a thing might be a bit of an anathema, but Hati has always spoken her mind, especially about things that she is curious over. &amp;quot;Besides, it's not as if we aren't stubborn in our own ways.&amp;quot; She smirks, but does listen to the description of this other werewolf. Something about her... &amp;quot;They're only our enemy if they make themselves. What's the loss of a few Heartless? It does nothing to weaken the greater whole. There are always more.&amp;quot; At least, this is how Hati sees it. They are mindless creatures, and sending a few to their deaths is something she has no great qualms over.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As her hunting partner goes to take the other side of the herd, Hati crouches down, drawing out one of her daggers. While she is quite skilled as a wolf in hand-to-hand combat, where she truly shines is in stealth and subterfuge. The girl is a natural thief, and her hunting instincts make her dangerous. So, when the unicorns are spooked, she lies in wait, ready for the moment to strike. The herd splits, leaving the chosen female stranded on one side of the fire. She rears back, the mare tossing her head from side to side before trying to run for the trees. The trees where Hati just happens to be hiding. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It happens in a flash - quick enough that if you blink, you'd miss it. The mare is brought down with one smooth swipe of the blade and a heavy thump of the body. Hati is already there to collect the blood, &amp;quot;To the hunter, half the spoils.&amp;quot; She motions towards the horn, giving that particular trophy to Katyna, it seems. &amp;quot;If nothing else, it will fetch a fair price. I only need the blood.&amp;quot; She finishes filling one flask, and then starts on a second. &amp;quot;Although, I do wonder if unicorn steaks would be tasty.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Hati's words of such romantic notions do immediately register on Kat as they work, although she focuses upon the task at hand first, stepping in front of the frightenned mare, blocking its escape route as Hati delivers the killing blow. As she watches the other girl work, she smirks softly. Yes indeed, they were vastly different in many ways, in their fighting style and personalities. Still, something had brought them together, some common thread, curiously enough.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Kat does not know Hati as well as she would like but she is intrigued by her theories of 'love'. Such a lofty, idealistic concept though, and one that is even quite surprising for Kat to hear from another shadow knight. Why, was it even possible for such creatures of the dark to love? No, not likely..Not ever. She sighs, shaking her head slowly. &amp;quot;People are so foolish, to waste their life, fighting in the name of someone else. That is why my father died..And that boy that looked like Reize..And the noble paladin who taught me everything about knights, honours and oaths...&amp;quot; she laughs then, shaking her head as if to show that she didnt really care about the only people in the world who showed her such compassion..Friendship..Maybe even love? The only people who risked their lives for her and the died for it, leaving her all alone...Now there is no one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Hati's words of such romantic notions do immediately register on Kat as they work, although she focuses upon the task at hand first, stepping in front of the frightenned mare, blocking its escape route as Hati delivers the killing blow. As she watches the other girl work, she smirks softly. Yes indeed, they were vastly different in many ways, in their fighting style and personalities. Still, something had brought them together, some common thread, curiously enough.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Kat does not know Hati as well as she would like but she is intrigued by her theories of 'love'. Such a lofty, idealistic concept though, and one that is even quite surprising for Kat to hear from another shadow knight. Why, was it even possible for such creatures of the dark to love? No, not likely..Not ever. She sighs, shaking her head slowly. &amp;quot;People are so foolish, to waste their life, fighting in the name of someone else. That is why my father died..And that boy that looked like Reize..And the noble paladin who taught me everything about knights, honours and oaths...&amp;quot; she laughs then, shaking her head as if to show that she didnt really care about the only people in the world who showed her such compassion..Friendship..Maybe even love? The only people who risked their lives for her and the died for it, leaving her all alone...Now there is no one..&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;Hah! As if she cares. As if she needed them. She doesn't need anyone, anyone at all..!&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;Her hands clench around the horn that is offered her although she is momentarily silent, watching the blood trickle through her hands as she saws off the horn with her sword. It's crude, messy and awkward, and Kat's really wishing she'd brought a proper knife with her, if she'd known they'd be cutting up unicorns..How strange, she thinks, that the unicorn's blood is more valuable than its horn, but surely there was some value in its horn?&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&amp;quot;Heh..&amp;quot; She finally speaks again, maintaining her infamous casual, devil may care attitude. &amp;quot;So, I wonder what powers the horn possesses? AS for the blood, do you know how to make the scrying potion yourself.?&amp;quot; another casual shrug. &amp;quot;Anyways, I could never love someone and risk my life for them. In the end, love makes you weak and foolish..&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt; &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! As if she cares. As if she needed them. She doesn't need anyone, anyone at all..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands clench around the horn that is offered her although she is momentarily silent, watching the blood trickle through her hands as she saws off the horn with her sword. It's crude, messy and awkward, and Kat's really wishing she'd brought a proper knife with her, if she'd known they'd be cutting up unicorns..How strange, she thinks, that the unicorn's blood is more valuable than its horn, but surely there was some value in its horn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt; &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Heh..&amp;quot; She finally speaks again, maintaining her infamous casual, devil may care attitude. &amp;quot;So, I wonder what powers the horn possesses? AS for the blood, do you know how to make the scrying potion yourself.?&amp;quot; another casual shrug. &amp;quot;Anyways, I could never love someone and risk my life for them. In the end, love makes you weak and foolish..&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Hati]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Where Katyna's work with the mare is rough, Hati moves like an experienced hunter. She seems like one of those people who could prepare a kill within a matter of moments without so much as batting an eye. The hunt is part of life for a wolf, she doesn't have often human qualms about cute fuzzy animals. Food is food. Once she has the blood gathered, she goes about preparing the rest, quick and efficient with those knives of hers, speaking with that same calm voice, as if this were some conversation being had over tea, rather than over the body of a dead unicorn.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I wonder if it is selfless, or selfish.&amp;quot; The wolf doesn't look up as she ponders this. &amp;quot;Selfless to give a life for someone else, or selfish to say that you would rather die than risk living with them gone.&amp;quot; Hati always has a bit of a strange way of looking at the world. There is always a darker side to most actions, something that a person thinks they can get out of a moment of kindness. Yet, there were those who acted truly selflessly. Alas, the many who act only for themselves and nothing else far outweigh these rare few.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Maybe you could ask that mage. The one that the Shadow Lords brought in recently.&amp;quot; Her voice has that tinge of something in it, as if she thought that Seith's arrival was meant to replace their masters, perhaps. Afterall, there was a gap left behind by the loss of two quite powerful Shadow Lords. &amp;quot;I've never worked with the horn, but I imagine it could be used as a weapon. Or ground into powder and used as a reagent of some sort. Master Serrak used to have me hunt them for the horns from time to time, but he never told me what he needed them for.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Hati shrugs, wiping her hands off and bundling up meat and hide. Even the mane and tailhairs are gathered. Little is left to waste at this wolf's hands, and what remains will be food for the smaller predators of these woods. She slings the whole bundle up onto her back, looking like a pint-sized packmule for all that she manages to carry on her small frame. &amp;quot;Scrying is one of the few things he actually began to show me. Serrak was always preoccupied with his own studies.&amp;quot; She motions with her head back the way they'd come, clearly inviting Katyna with her. She's quiet for a time, though, before finally saying, &amp;quot;I could.&amp;quot; But the wolf doesn't elaborate. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Hati]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Where Katyna's work with the mare is rough, Hati moves like an experienced hunter. She seems like one of those people who could prepare a kill within a matter of moments without so much as batting an eye. The hunt is part of life for a wolf, she doesn't have often human qualms about cute fuzzy animals. Food is food. Once she has the blood gathered, she goes about preparing the rest, quick and efficient with those knives of hers, speaking with that same calm voice, as if this were some conversation being had over tea, rather than over the body of a dead unicorn.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I wonder if it is selfless, or selfish.&amp;quot; The wolf doesn't look up as she ponders this. &amp;quot;Selfless to give a life for someone else, or selfish to say that you would rather die than risk living with them gone.&amp;quot; Hati always has a bit of a strange way of looking at the world. There is always a darker side to most actions, something that a person thinks they can get out of a moment of kindness. Yet, there were those who acted truly selflessly. Alas, the many who act only for themselves and nothing else far outweigh these rare few.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Maybe you could ask that mage. The one that the Shadow Lords brought in recently.&amp;quot; Her voice has that tinge of something in it, as if she thought that Seith's arrival was meant to replace their masters, perhaps. Afterall, there was a gap left behind by the loss of two quite powerful Shadow Lords. &amp;quot;I've never worked with the horn, but I imagine it could be used as a weapon. Or ground into powder and used as a reagent of some sort. Master Serrak used to have me hunt them for the horns from time to time, but he never told me what he needed them for.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Hati shrugs, wiping her hands off and bundling up meat and hide. Even the mane and tailhairs are gathered. Little is left to waste at this wolf's hands, and what remains will be food for the smaller predators of these woods. She slings the whole bundle up onto her back, looking like a pint-sized packmule for all that she manages to carry on her small frame. &amp;quot;Scrying is one of the few things he actually began to show me. Serrak was always preoccupied with his own studies.&amp;quot; She motions with her head back the way they'd come, clearly inviting Katyna with her. She's quiet for a time, though, before finally saying, &amp;quot;I could.&amp;quot; But the wolf doesn't elaborate. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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