Shaggy

Usage examples of maned.

While awaiting them were not only members of the maned race, and robed Deves, but a new type of Lochanian native.

Some of them were burden carriers and others had their smaller swings occupied with the maned aliens or, once in a while, a robed one.

Jofre had taken a step or two closer to her, presenting his back to the maned one and making a quick signal to alert her.

His features were blunter than those of the maned men, his mouth so wide and lipless in appearance that it might have been merely a slit cut in the puffed skin.

His alienness was even more apparent than that of his maned companions, but it would seem that he occupied some position of authority among them, for two had hurried to aid him from his traveling sling and fell in a pace or so behind as he waddled towards the commander.

Strung out behind came some of the maned people, only a few of them red-maned and the rest as yellow-backed as the tundra.

It was also a cut across which a bridge had been strung— an exceedingly fragile-looking bridge—by the approaches to which there were both maned men and Deves stationed.

People who resembled the maned natives of the present produced weapons from beneath their robes, cut at the mounts, dragged riders like the Skrem from their beasts.

After a few minutes Damien could see a second company riding toward them, maned warriors who gripped their weapons tightly as they approached, as if impatient to use them.

There were warrior-rakh like the ones who had captured Ciani’s party, broad-shouldered, heavily maned males with glit­tering ornaments woven into their fur.

As negotiations between their captors were hissed in low tones, Damien reflected upon what the maned rakh had said, and the implications of it.

By her side, on a plain woven mat, the figure of a maned male lay still.

There were warrior-rakh like the ones who had captured Ciani's party, broad-shouldered, heavily maned males with glittering ornaments woven into their fur.

The great maned head whirled on the human, but the swordsman, more familiar now and therefore more comfortable with the great cat’s moodiness, did not flinch.

Now they were on their way to the coast, but the stories they had heard of the wonderful black maned lion that had terrorized the village and killed a white man there the night before had determined them to stop long enough to attempt to capture the splendid beast.