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The wind swirled again, and this time it did not
stop. Deep purple magic sliced through the air in front of them, the shadows
seemed to shimmer, and from out of nowhere stepped a Halloween Kyrii.
This, however, was no ordinary Halloween-painted
Neopet. He was a hulking beast who stood almost two and a half metres tall,
shorter and a bit leaner than Isengrim because Kyrii were naturally smaller
than Lupes to begin with, but that did not keep him from being imposing. He
looked rather like the Kyrii equivalent of a Werelupe, and Terra wondered if
that was exactly what he was.
But that was not the strangest thing about him.
His fur and mane were laced with veins of glowing violet magic that surged with
energy and seemed to be a manifestation of the power running through him. Even
his bright green eyes contained purple streaks. Unlike Isengrim’s breeches made
of skins, this Kyrii wore an old-fashioned shirt and trousers, an equipment
harness, and a heavy cloak lined with thick fur. The topside of the cloak was
curiously decorated with elaborate embroidery in floral designs, and Terra
wondered about the strangely ornate apparel.
“King Isengrim,” the Kyrii said with a nod before
surveying the others. “Is zhis the family you wrote of?” His voice was deep,
but quiet, as though he knew he did not have to be loud to be heard, and he had
a rolling accent very reminiscent of Count Von Roo’s.
Isengrim put a paw on Terra’s shoulder. “It is,”
the Werelupe said. “It is good to see you well, Zoltan.” He extended his other
paw to the mage. “This is my old ally, Zoltan Arnyek.”