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Date Posted: 10:58:33 08/23/03 Sat
Author: Ezythas
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In reply to: Jiciri 's message, "===" on 20:48:23 08/13/03 Wed

The lithe femme stands perfectly still as Jiciri speaks, nodding into absolute darkness as her sister both thanks her, and reveals dangerous losses of her senses. However, as she falls into her healing trance, the tan femme finds herself stepping forward and falling into an instinctive defensive stance. Her body curving easily into the position, though she could not see what she did. At the final coughing, Ezythas backs away a few steps. Hearing for once, the rustling of fur as Jiciri stood, and smelling the new found energy her sister exuded -- due to better health. Ezythas turned her sightless muzzle towards her estimate of where the white femme should be... and at the question, once again nodded to the infinite boundries of eternal moonless night.

Her disfigured muzzle quivered slightly as her nose twitched. Shoving aside the scent of death the poured upon her as would a raging river, she the tiny raft that narrowly dodged the rocks of the death-scent of those she had known well, in search of anything living. All the life she traced was either long gone... or belonging to that which had nearly murdered her. Nothing recent could be traced of her brothers and sisters...

But then. A sharp scent, unfamiliar but similar nonetheless. Ezythas felt a shiver run through her spine at some sort of recognition. A nod to the darkness once again and Ezythas began to walk slowly forward, out from the forests and on to the battlefield pausing at a stain of blood on the ground which had been lifted... and carried away. The scent of life still upon it.

Striped.

There was a pause, and slight snort of disbelief. Ezythas shook her head, cleared her nose of the scent then inhaled again. It was as she had thought.

Nu'fre...

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=== -- 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