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Date Posted: 17:05:57 08/26/03 Tue
Author: Jiciri
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In reply to: Ezythas 's message, "..." on 21:56:23 08/25/03 Mon

For once, the usually one-track-mind of the white is torn. She has absolutely no urge to leave her sister's side, not deaf and without a sense of smell, and not with the tan sightless as she is. And how is she supposed to find a river anyways? By sight alone? Jiciri doesn't move for a long moment, feeling the heaviness of her gory, matted pelt weighing her down... it was almost as weighty as the knowledge of her disabled state. And still she stays motionless, trying to find a way to obey her sister... so used to taking orders that questioning such, even from kindred, is unthought-of...

The young adult finally shakes her head, realizing with the vengeful motion that her balance is skewed. Lost with her hearing, and thus goes all hope she has of surviving any fight that might crop up.

A white murderer? Forced to be a pacifist or die?

An invalid... those never do live long.

Dark eyes snap open from an inadvertent flinch, finding her sister out of sight. Easy enough to track, though, pawprints still bending the grasses where the tan's light frame stepped. All I have is my sight now, she reasoned, and my wits, and tail. Tails don't need balance to work. The knowledge of her helplessness angers the female and she snarls thickly, though the sound echoes against a deafened skull. With an almost mindless speed, she lunges into a gallop, angling away from her sister's path. She knows what types of foliage grows near rivers... and that can be found with sight. She'll use what she has.

Even if her run is awkward and shaky, balance hard to keep even in that simple gait.

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Not as careless as she seems.. -- Ezythas, 23:09:51 09/24/03 Wed