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Date Posted: 22:09:09 08/12/03 Tue
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===
In reply to: Ezythas 's message, "0 \/\/" on 21:49:44 08/12/03 Tue

Blackened green eyes swallow every movement, every expression, every twitch of muscle and blade that should have been heard... Jiciri finds it hard to concentrate, knowing that the only way she can communicate is through sight... which is exactly what the tan cannot perceive. Presumably her voice still works, though, as her sister did respond. The feel of a paw on her shoulder is extremely unfamiliar, but feeling something strangely akin to compassion stir in her chest, the white does not fling it off. The pain set off when said paw touches her head, however, is a different story; Jiciri jerks, jaws opening in an instinctive snap at the tan's paw. Only, long fangs never even ruffle the dark fur.

A quiver runs the length of the white's greyish, crimson-stained body. Wureshi has abandoned her... and Ezythas too. Neither of them has anything left to live for. But neither is prepared to die.

She is unable to focus her thoughts enough to reply. A silence stretches out, unbearable to the white, even though she knows all too well the silence is all that she'll hear for the rest of her life. Which might well be short, she realizes as she looks around, suddenly on edge. Something could sneak up on her and she'd be helpless, totally unaware...

A sudden, hacking cough spatters blood on the ground, and Jiciri eyes it. "I... am unwilling to die." Her voice is edged, almost serrated, and uneven, as though her vocal chords are wrinkled. "What..." Again, the unfinished question. This time, the white makes an effort to end her sentence, trying to pull shredded thoughts together to conceptualize her feelings. "What is there for us now?" She didn't mean to say it, Jiciri realizes a split second later. It sounds so like someone despairing, near giving up. She coughs again, a dry sound that tears at her lungs and throat. Keen eyes flick upwards again, vision beginning to blur as pupils slowly dilate. Jiciri may be unwilling to die, but fate has turned its back on her now... as it has her sister. Ezythas. A thought forms, unruly and rag-edged but fairly coherent; whether or not the tan picks it up may well be random chance. I will be your eyes, sister, if you are my ears...

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------- -- 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