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Date Posted: 21:26:45 02/02/04 Mon
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===
In reply to: Coshyna, Zebanyr, Ajamyr 's message, "Hide" on 10:19:24 02/01/04 Sun

Jiciri, if she wasn't so sure of the pack second's proximity, would have cursed roundly and colorfully. She had neglected to tell her sister of the extent of her wounds, and the tan was blind... she couldn't see the white's body herself and know. Jiciri could barely run, and even then not very quickly or in a straight line.

More than a little frustrated, the tattered white feels the beginnings of a new flood of adrenaline course through her body, along with the familiar taste of defensive anger. The rest of her sister's words sink in past the metallic memory of fresh blood on her tongue, and blackened green eyes narrow dangerously. Warrior in body no longer, but her mind was as sharp and steely as ever. She refused to risk informing Ezythas of her invalid state aloud, knowing that Erashun might overhear, so she would fight her best should it come to that. She would not let her sister die willingly, though she'd never before cared for any of her siblings.

Jiciri, horrendously scarred and rag-furred in mist grey, walks unsteadily but with as much dignity and self-pride as she can muster down the embankment. Her skewed balance, caused by scar tissue covering her inner ear, doesn't betray her too noticeably as she steps up to stand at her sister's side, eyes sharp and borderline-arrogant, nicked and cracked tailblade arched high but not aggressively so. "Our allegiance is no longer to him," she seconds in a thick, dark voice akin to serrated claws shrouded in shadow. Her eyes never waver from the bigger white's oddly short-furred face, muzzle canted up in an obvious lack of submissive reverence -- she doesn't grace the red with even a glance.

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