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Date Posted: 20:13:41 02/18/04 Wed
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===
In reply to: Jysulehn 's message, "Hmm..." on 09:43:17 02/12/04 Thu

Eternal silence rang dully in the white's skull, but her alert gaze recognized the fact that her sister's muzzle was not moving, even though the pack second had spoken again. Ezythas was not speaking. A tan, of a race of silver-tongued pacifists, was silent. This left Jiciri, whose words were always arrogant and acerbic, to speak... and she could not even hear the dyone'd male's answer herself. She wanted to swear in every language she'd ever heard, and she wanted to kill that thrice-accursed pack second who stood before her.

But then, this was the male who had driven off Wureshi, the most powerful warrior that she knew. And she was responsible for her sister's life now, too. She could not afford to relinquish control... and as a white, Jiciri had plenty of control.

"You have no right to take our lives," the rocky voice grated out, a little too loud and unbalanced to belong to one who could hear herself. "We fought to live, and we succeeded." She struggled against her pride, but if it was pride versus their lives, logic and harsh reality won out. "Would you kill two who cannot fight back? Would you, a noble warrior," she couldn't suppress a sneer, "slaughter in cold blood? Would you commit the same crime of which you accuse us?"

It was a dangerous game, this test of wills and words...

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