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Date Posted: 22:57:57 08/04/03 Mon
Author: Akartis || Numi
Subject: Now you know why we tans are so often pacifists...
In reply to: Deyt 's message, "~!@#$%^&*()_+" on 22:38:52 08/04/03 Mon

Numi... can't really be called conscious at this point. Floating in a surreal haze of wounds and vague, inexperienced attempts at healing the pain, the black's mind wanders in and out of reality, visiting only briefly as a particularly loud sound catches her attention. But the sudden flood of blood-smell coming from Zrego snaps her out of it, periwinkle eyes jerking open with what seems an audible crack. His blade falls over her... and possibly for the first time, she doesn't worry that he might turn the touch into a stab. Natural caution does that to a black. Unblinking, she watches his chest rise and fall with the soft rhythm of breathing, watching the bloodflow slow, skin begin to regrow...

Hissing with the pain, Numi rolls off her back, managing the one step necessary to reach the striped before she collapses next to him, curling up and favoring her wounded limbs. Eyes finally close as she abandons herself to fate, all energy and will gone... but her healing system continues to function at a slow but steady rate.

Akartis sees his one remaining enemy go down... braces trembling legs to hold his lean body upright... watches the rest of Wureshi's offspring be slaughtered... and finally tan-born strength gives out. He manages to tuck his long limbs under himself before his chest hits the ground, laying his muzzle on the gore-sodden earth and inhaling deeply.

The smell of battle... somehow warps to battles of another world... His pale eyes squeeze shut, trying to fend off demons from his past in favor of demons from the present... With a low whine, the tan forcefully raises his blade and smacks the flat of it against his own skull, knocking himself out. With the lack of conscious interference, his healing system goes into overdrive and begins patching the emanciated male's wounds together.

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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