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Date Posted: 17:41:39 03/14/03 Fri
Author: Khx and FC
Subject: ...
In reply to: Khx and Firecreed 's message, "Ohh, my babies want some food. XD! And LOL to the Shifter-K'anta encounter. OMFG, I love it. The two species get along exactly like that. XD! You guys made my day, reading that. *big stupid grin*" on 16:08:18 03/08/03 Sat

A half hour later, Firecreed's eyes are still tightly shut and muscles lax in that peculiar way the Morolla has of thinking very hard. Knowing that a spoken word may well destroy her train of thought, Khx rises soundlessly and slips deeper into the Grounds. He's starving and has built up enough tension trying to behave around these aliens that he feels like ripping something apart. Maybe several somethings. Pure amber eyes, cat-slitted, darken to a profoundly gold hue as the forest-pelted beast seamlessly melts into the shadows. Massive black claws are tucked back as he rises to his hind legs, long and powerful tail coiling to balance the weight shift perfectly. Limp wings are pressed numbly against his flanks, the ragged membrane edges trailing the ground as he begins to stalk forward, long ears perked and nostrils flared to catch any sign of food.

Only one backwards glance is given as the Hajrar leaves his Morollan companion alone, assuring himself that she'll be fine. FC doesn't often come up against a wall like this, and the few times she has before, she's been literally helpless. Scowling, the green pads forward, hips rolling in the silent gait as his superb senses range the area around him. Ah. There. Some bipedal grazer, equipped with claws and sharp antlers. It won't give him much of a fight, but he desperately needs to vent. Intense eyes fixate on the six-foot beast and it raises a placid snout as though the burning gaze is felt through its armored hide. Nostrils flare silently as Khx gathers power in his haunches, leans back, and leaps.

Wings that previously appeared boneless and weak flare in a sudden expansion of lightly furred emerald membrane, a huge wingspan for the Hajrar's size. The prey beast bugles a horrible, burred scream and prepares to fight for its life, but the green is already attacking. Ginsu-knife foreclaws rake across the thick hide before stabbing deep into a shoulder; long fangs rip across a leathery neck; tail coils into a knot of muscle and cracks across the prey's snout. Khx's speed grants him several advantages and he dodges every defensive swipe of his victim's claws and antlers effortlessly. Sudden fury blazes in his breast and drawing in a deep breath, he jerks a quick pace backwards and bellows soundlessly, jaws gaping as though in a roar--

But instead, a thick, crackling bolt of what appears to be greenish lightning strikes out, charring the prey's entire chest to cinders and scorching the rest of it to a finely cooked roast. Khx sways and his muzzle aches as the lightning flickers out; he'd used entirely too much force-- he'd just meant to burn out its heart-- now he's not only irate but completely exhausted-- half-ruined his meal--

With a heavy grunt, the Hajrar collapses, trying to pant and not receiving any response from shallowly breathing lungs. His raptorine muzzle smacks into the dry earth and he whuffles at the dust, valiantly trying to stay conscious. But the energy drain is too much, and the green passes into the realm of blackness; his muscles relax and his eyes fall shut, concealing the greyed-gold irises.

Firecreed's own amber eyes fly open as she hears the unique sound of energy erupting and as the strong scent of burnt flesh reaches her nose. Her stretch of hard thoughts had gotten her nowhere except farther into depression and self-deprecation. And now her dearest friend has spent himself in trying to vent. Long ears pressed guiltily against her sleek black skull, the Morolla launches herself into a brisk trot (to her, to the rest of us it seems like a full-out sprint) towards the smell of scorched meat. She arrives after a mere moment and stares in shock at the carcass, head and neck blackened, ribcage hollowed out, arms blackened, and legs and tail well-done and steaming. Shaking her equine head worriedly, FC gracefully moves past the stinking corpse and lays next to Khx, knowing that it won't take too long for the male to recover his energy and wake up. Talented, he is. Quietly sighing, she rests her head lightly on his shoulder, amber eyes staring into the distance sightlessly.

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