The vilely shimmering figure shakes its head rapidly to clear it, turning to face the oncoming figure. "Ah," it says, and though it speaks in no language Garion's world has ever heard it nonetheless makes its meaning felt. "A hero, is it? We have seen your like before, in the Underworld."
It flexes long, dripping fingers that end in needlelike claws before leaping towards Garion on all fours. The arms are longer than the legs, giving Namtar the heaving, rolling gait of the rock-wolves who dwelled with Grul.
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:13 am (UTC)It flexes long, dripping fingers that end in needlelike claws before leaping towards Garion on all fours. The arms are longer than the legs, giving Namtar the heaving, rolling gait of the rock-wolves who dwelled with Grul.