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Date Posted: 22:38:52 08/04/03 Mon
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Atumi 's message, "..." on 22:17:52 08/04/03 Mon

'And sso it is concluded... but the epilogue rremains to be wrritten.'

Deyt's emotionless words sift from her tattered throat, lacking the formidable force that usually lurks within them. The light of battle fades now from her eye, returning to death and contented with the stretch. Iron gaze locks onto Erashun and Wureshi, the calm after the storm. Standing nearby Atumi, the massive striped remains on all fours, though no weight is distributed onto her malfunctioning right forearm and her right left leg has many snapped tendons, the bone itself cracked. Ribwall scraped, deep gashes along back and shoulders and the particiularly nasty one - a good half-foot deep - along her left side. One ear is clave in two, both sides flicking drunkenly. A new scar on her face falls straight down, dangerously close to her remaining eye. Chunks of flesh are gone, carved off her back legs and tail, fur more uneven than before where narrow misses clipped it. But the Korat feels no pain, pressing it out of her mind. Silence prevails... until Deyt starts a quiet chanting, barely audible over the moans of the wounded and the clashing of black and white. A song of steel, of victory through great loss, of a forgotten guardian... ritualistic words to guide the souls toward the Collector, where they can truly slumber in eternity. Eye slipping closed, scarcely breathing even with a punctured lung, Deyt stands motionless as she aids the dead - Wureshi's seed or no, lives are lives - toward the Final Rest. '... Mourrnbrringerr, rreturrn to yourr ssleep...'

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Now you know why we tans are so often pacifists... -- Akartis || Numi, 22:57:57 08/04/03 Mon
- Finally over... at least for 'Wyn... -- Gerwyn, 23:47:40 08/04/03 Mon
  - Oopsie.... very very very naughty typo... -- Gerwyn, 00:49:29 08/05/03 Tue
    - Is it over? -- Raydiehl - Durorger // Umarak, 13:33:30 08/05/03 Tue
      - Hullo. -- Elygan, 13:38:50 08/05/03 Tue