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Date Posted: 21:49:44 08/12/03 Tue
Author: Ezythas
Subject: 0 \/\/
In reply to: Jiciri 's message, "===" on 23:08:19 08/11/03 Mon

The scarred and sightless muzzle stared blankly in a direction that faced slightly to the left of the Korat that faced her, a blade arching defensively. She inhaled slightly, and turned to the appropriate posture, her blade lowering... slowly... as she recognized the scent as one of her kin.

She felt she'd nothing to lose at any rate.

At the words, Ezythas' working ear twitches slightly. It seemed like ages since she'd heard a voice... and her own sounds hoarse and unusually crisp to her own ear.

"I am Ezythas."

She paused briefly, then decided to act as though she hadn't heard the other Korat's hesitation. She knew the pain, and she knew better then to bring humiliation along side it.

"What do you look like?"

The Korat's words are emotionless, but forceful... and she waits quietly for a response. Trying not to let her mind truly comprehend the weakness that fell behind the words she had just said.. However, minutes pass, and Ezythas' breath escapes her in a sigh.

Dyone the pain that must be racking this Korat if she could not speak... despite everything she'd been taught, an instinctive paw reaches out slowly to rest upon a shoulder... her mind taking note of the texture even as she did so. Her, companion of sorts, had the fur of a white.

The paw remains there a moment, then lifts up slightly... a sudden thought... It fell upon a scarred skull, and found a head devoid of ears. Ezythas withdrew her paw swiftly... and tilted her sightless muzzle for a long moment towards the white Jiciri.

A mind link is gently established with the white... and Ezythas speaks in that way. I am Ezythas.

She says no more... like the white, thoughts escape her, and words that might have once been appropriate no longer make sense...

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=== -- 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