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Date Posted: 19:42:37 08/06/03 Wed
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

Staggering wounds...

Deyt's metallicly clinking form appears from the trees, striding along the bank of the river. Striding with strength and - for the most part - quiet, the gargantuan hybrid's hobbling gait does not seem to hamper her very much. At the very northern tip of the territory, she finally rests, collapsing feebly where no Koratian eye can meet her own. A deep, sworling pool is coalesced around rocks and banks, and the cyborg presses into it, ragged pelt rippling softly with the current. Blackened blood murks the clear water, loose strands of fur slipping loose and carried downstream. Shutting her remaining eye, the immense beast dips her head and more blood washes away, cleansing her of her own life. As well as what had collected upon her from others. A throaty hum arises from her furled throat, a wordless version of what she had chanted before. Wading into the shallows, Deyt settles upon a flat, partially submerged slab of rock, letting her head rest on a higher stone. Now cleaned, her wounds can be seen as they truly are - mortal, or almost so. Lone, sad, grey eye flickers shut, as a healing trance immerses the hybrid in passive rest. Darkness deepens the shadows, making everything seem more dramatic in its silent death. And there lies the cyborg, an exile of Koratkind, clinging to life only half-heartedly...

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~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt ... ???, 14:54:32 08/08/03 Fri
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 22:34:03 08/09/03 Sat