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I was struck with wonder, though I was careful to keep beyond
the range of their chains, for I had never seen white larls before.
They were gigantic beasts, superb specimens, perhaps eight feet at the shoulder.
Their upper canine fangs, like daggers mounted in their jaws, must have been at
least a foot in length and extended well below their jaws in the manner of
ancient saber-toothed tigers. The four nostril slits of each animal were flared
and their great chests lifted and fell with the intensity of their excitement.
Their tails, long and tufted at the end, lashed back and forth.
The larger of them unaccountably seemed to lose interest in me. He rose to his
feet and sniffed the air, turning his side to me, and seemed ready to abandon
any intentions of doing me harm. Only an instant later did I understand what was
happening for suddenly turning he threw himself on his side and his head facing
in the other direction hurled his hind legs at me. I lifted the shield for to my
horror in reversing his position on the chain he had suddenly added some twenty
feet to the fearful perimeter of the space allotted to him by that hated
impediment. Two great clawed paws smote my shield and hurled me twenty feet
against the cliff. I rolled and scrambled back further for the stroke of the
larl had dashed me into the radius of its mate. My cloak and garments were torn
from my back by the stroke of the second larl's claws.
Priest-Kings of Gor
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