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Date Posted: 20:24:46 10/15/03 Wed
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

Paws fall heavily unto the ground. A tired lope has seized this Korat for the night, though she doesn't outwardly seem fazed. A few patches of dark blood trail in her wake, whenever the wound in her side opens or her new ones get broken into freshness, but that is ignored, as well. Deyt's mechanic jaw clamps tightly the neck of a Preda Ben, with its main bulk postitioned over her sickly-thin shoulders, and another of the prey-beasts coiled into her tail. Both are a good size, and their mass makes the HUGE Korat seem.. diminuitive. Still, the hybrid lopes toward the rising sun as fast as she can keep steadily, though the wind tells tales of the waking pack.. as well as the forboding scents of the previous day's battle. Both are threaded into Deyt's mind as she instinctively lets her limbs pump, carrying her further eastward from the west.

After a long time, the haggard form of the female lopes over the boundary. She lets her own telltale metallic essence ring outward as it will, and the exertion could be easily sensed by anyone searching for it, or anyone extending their mind. And, of course, to Atumi and Kaw, who's senses are heightened incredibly as it is..

The blood in the earth is regarded with a sad, grim guilt. This was her fault.. subtly. A sigh is tossed to the winds of her passing, between busied jaws, before steeled gaze returns to her mission. Not stopping, the gaunt cyborg continues her run, deeper into the territory.

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