Ruh-roh! Dissention in the ranks Cap'n! -- Stalking Grounds

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Date Posted: 16:03:44 12/07/02 Sat
Author: Mesamin || Akartis and Washi
Subject: Ruh-roh! Dissention in the ranks Cap'n!

Akartis was still curled up, discreetly pretending sleep whilst his two Canis companions conversed. His lanky cream-furred form was still and relaxed, his eyes closed, and his senses not really expecting danger in the Stalking Grounds -- what fool beast would mess with a Korat?

Mesamin slunk through the branches, every muscle slack and every movement soundless. She settled herself on a low branch above Akartis, regarding the young male for a long moment through a pair of cunning, crystaline green orbs. Pale yellow claws were retracted, only an inch of the four-inch length showing from long-fingered forepaws, and thick, sharp, and curving two-inch hindclaws lightly touching the bark - the 'longclaws' set on her hind digits, before the last joint, neatly hidden by long, silky fur. Her rich golden fur was sleek and smooth, except for the bouts of longer, baby-soft fur along her spine, neck, tail, and dousing the lower halves of her limbs to pool around her shapely paws. Three six-inch blades branching from the underside of her tail preceded a two-foot scythe-blade near her tailtip, all four of which were hidden in silken tendrils. A raptorine skull tilted downwards, small, sharp horn on the tip of her muzzle glinting mutedly in the light. Her own lanky form was about four feet high, matching that of her observee, and she was built lean but powerful, with sufficient muscles to wield blades, claws, and shark-like teeth with devestating effect.

Mesamin blinked slowly, totally ignoring the absorbed Canises. And finally, in a honey-smooth voice, she speaks perfect Kalash, "So, Korat, what are you doing on Terole?"

Akartis jumped and untangled his limbs, spinning to peer upwards and flatten his ears. To the possible surprise of both Canises, or at least Washi, he had been completely healed and rejuvenated, with a healthy coat of creamy fur, newly-bright violet-grey orbs, and sharp, shiny black claws. The sight of a Kihin sent him into a completely mindset-switch, that of caution and aggression around a rival and potential enemy. However, only by scent and flattened ears could one read such information - the male remained outwardly calm. "I live here, Kihin. Why are you here?"

Mesamin purred a rich, bubbling laugh, long tail hanging loosely from her branch. "Feral Portal caught me and an acquaintance, though I've not seen her here yet. My name is Mesamin."

Akartis didn't look overly trusting, but he offered his name in the friendly Terolian fashion, "I'm Akartis, son of Redwood and Junior Governor of Terole." For once, titles had their use.

The golden femme chuckled again, pastel orbs amused. "Ooh, I'm impressed. So why aren't you out there fighting? I've heard the metallics exploding, an-"

Akartis rose from his crouch smoothly, lean muscles playing under a glossy pelt. He grinned, "Truce, Kihin, truce. My mother'd have both our hides if we fought when there were better targets only a few dozen miles away. Even you don't want to feel the sidifir oerri's wrath."

Mesamin widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Truce? Only when in active battle, Korat. You're too tempting to play nice with in a boring moment." The Lavanian growl-purrs in her throat, dropping to the ground silently except for the ruffle of silky fur. "But kill your enemies I will, Korat, for they've attacked Lavana, and if I can hurt them in any way, I will."

Akartis' ears re-flattened and he growled. "They attacked Lavana?!"

Mes nodded slowly, scribing a slender arc with her horn. "Yes. The Olashi chased them off, but several orbitors [satellites] were destroyed. They're attacking in droves."

Akartis felt his blood turn hotter and his heart began to speed up, and he in turn nodded. "Then let's go fight, Kihin. I don't want to miss all of their first attack."

The femme chuckled, dipped her head once in acknowledgement, and sprang back into the trees to make her way to the Expanse.

Washi, who had been watching silently, cocked his head as Akartis turned towards the Canis-Magi. "Seleth, mri'qua, I want you at the Sanctuary. Your healing powers will be needed there. Take Washi with you and keep him out of trouble." Winking playfully, the tan bowed to them both and sprang into motion, a rapid lope towards the battle. Washi watched the Korat leave, and shook his sculpted muzzle. "Korats. I never met one personally before now, but I see their reputation is well-founded." Respectfully but also somewhat affectionately, the warrior grins at Seleth. "Shall we fly?" he inquires, gesturing with a wing towards the Sanctuary... or where he judges it is, from the almost soothing scents wafting on warm breezes.

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To the Sanctuary -- Seleth, 18:27:49 12/09/02 Mon