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Date Posted: 23:08:19 08/11/03 Mon
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===
In reply to: Ezythas 's message, "alive..." on 22:26:36 08/11/03 Mon

Something was nagging at the back of her skull. Something insistent, like she should do something, or see someone... What was it and why wouldn't it go away?

Jiciri's thoughts slowly came together... and found the nagging feeling to be a boiling cauldron of agony. Green-black eyes that had briefly slitted open squeezed shut again, the mere movement enough to intensify the pain tenfold. And with the pain came the memory.

He had looked straight at her, those white eyes that she'd trusted with her very soul peering into hers... He had gone. Left his children's bodies to rot on the battlefield. He had abandoned her...

Pale grey fur blood-soaked and ragged, the six-foot white heaved herself up, ignoring the beating of her skull. Why bother to heal? She was just going to -stagger- die anyways. Cold eyes opened, looking upon the carnage and not even blinking. She'd seen worse in her five years of life... though it had never been her siblings who had lain dead in the masses. A dead feeling suddenly hit her, bringing the long-legged beast to her knees before she toppled, flank impacting the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Wounds that before hadn't been noticed suddenly beat their existence in rhythms of pain, momentarily overwhelming the hot-headed white. Dark grey claws clenched the soil, another unexpected pain pricking at her mind as Jiciri realized she'd lost not only her left longclaw... but that toe as well. Slowly, she began to take stock of her injuries.

Major and minor gashes were scattered all over her body, some half-healed. A close call with a tailblade had removed part of her lip; she could taste the blood and knew she would look as though snarling for the rest of her life. But then, aesthetics never bothered her. Her sense of smell was very dull, and raising a crimson-stained forepaw told her why -- scar tissue had grown abruptly, probably while unconscious, and blocked most of the airway off. Dark green eyes blinked once, suddenly noticing the total absence of sound. What the--?!

Jiciri lurched upright, again ignoring the pain that weakened her legs. Blood streamed into her eyes this time, probably from that strike that knocked her out... Wait. The same forepaw lifted, tentatively patting the top of her head. A massive cut nearly split her skull in two, strewn right across her ears... which were gone... and again, scar tissue had deadened that sense. Pupils dilated as Jiciri realized that her only unharmed sense is that of sight... and panic made itself felt.

The white let herself collapse again, falling into a brief but deep healing trance. A half hour later, her wounds were knitted enough to rise without stumbling. Keen blackish eyes caught sight of a dark tan streak, stained in blood, and she wondered who that is... scent would normally tell her, but now she could barely smell the thick scent of death swamping the area. Eyes half-lidded and the white forced herself to move forward in a gallop, dull greyish fur flicking about most unappealingly, weighted as some strands are with blood, gore, and mud. She slowed as she approached the tan, who thankfully she recognized from training... a sister...

A long muzzle worked, painfully dry for a moment. A voice creaked out, unheard by the white. "I'm Jiciri. What..." A pause, rather awkward to hear as the femme struggled to group her thoughts. Question unfinished, she looked at the tan blankly, the first glimpse of her sibling's ruined eyesight enough to make any Korat flinch -- but Jiciri doesn't even twitch.

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0 \/\/ -- Ezythas, 21:49:44 08/12/03 Tue
- === -- Jiciri, 22:09:09 08/12/03 Tue
  - ------- -- Ezythas, 22:44:49 08/12/03 Tue
    - === -- Jiciri, 20:48:23 08/13/03 Wed
      - --- -- Ezythas, 10:58:33 08/23/03 Sat
        === -- Jiciri, 14:14:41 08/23/03 Sat
        ... -- Ezythas, 21:56:23 08/25/03 Mon
        === -- Jiciri, 17:05:57 08/26/03 Tue
        Not as careless as she seems.. -- Ezythas, 23:09:51 09/24/03 Wed