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Date Posted: 19:37:56 06/08/04 Tue
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===

Eternal silence has not been broken yet by her sister's mindvoice, and so the white is left unaware of the reason for Erashun's and that red femme's sudden and violent departure. No scents penetrate the mass of scar tissue that blocks her nostrils, and blackened green eyes can tell her naught but that the two Shulans are gone and have left she and Ezythas alone.

Alone. A sign of acceptance? Or a disdainful, humiliating symbol of the sisters' inability to cause any damage?

Jiciri's lips curl into a raspy, quiet snarl, one side of her muzzle lower than the other because of a thick slab of scar tissue across that side of her snout. She is as healed as she will get, she feels, as her stomach becomes an empty, grinding pit and weariness plagues her very bones, the ex-warrior begins to realize how truly weak she is. Her balance destroyed. No senses of hearing or smell. Claws and blade shattered. Left longclaw, toe and all, sliced cleanly off. She cannot run without staggering, and she could never manage to hunt for herself.

Worthless.

A hiss escapes the once-proud, now-disfigured muzzle, long fangs glistening in the sunlight that reflects from the river's calmer pools. But she reaches out one forehand to nudge her sister's shoulder lightly, a questioning look too hard and calculating to be called curious on her warped features. She wants to know where the 'second and red went, and she tosses her snout silently towards the south--the direction they both galloped--to indicate such.

(...worthless...)

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Replies:

Agreement... -- Ezythas, 00:35:34 06/11/04 Fri
- ... -- fxr, 00:36:52 06/11/04 Fri
- === -- Jiciri, 19:27:58 06/13/04 Sun
  - ... -- Ezythas, 20:12:58 06/13/04 Sun