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Date Posted: 21:24:32 10/21/03 Tue
Author: Jiciri
Subject: ===
In reply to: Ezythas 's message, "---" on 15:43:57 10/21/03 Tue

Jiciri is drawn from her inadvertant doze to a standing position by her sister's mindvoice, blackened green eyes snapping swiftly from shadow to shadow to check for hidden enemies. How could I have let myself sleep!? she snarls to herself, but she knows that she would've passed out had she attempted to stay awake much longer. Even for one of Wureshi's warriors... former warriors... that battle had been exhausting, and her brush with death too close for comfort.

Once again, the young white is reminded of how vulnerable she is with only one sense left intact. Long muzzle slightly parted in order to breathe, nostrils mostly closed with unsightly lumps of scar tissue that likewise cover where her ears were once attached to her skull, Jiciri swivels her head to look everywhere. Enemies are near, Ezythas had said, which means that she cannot risk speaking aloud... and the white has never really mastered the art of telepathy.

Failing to visually spot her kindred, Jiciri resorts to the cold, hard logic that has never failed her; the tan would be following her scent, but not her previous path which is a few hundred meters upriver, from the direction that she had headed when leaving the battlefield. Calculating angles and distances in her head soothes the invalid's accumulating tension, and on high alert she eases from the riverside and heads at an angle to the river. Barely fifty meters into the slightly thicker foliage, a flash of scarred tan pelt is visible, and Jiciri grins jerkily at her success.

She pauses, lowering her tail to tap thrice against the soft earth, then again moves forward as silently as she can manage with permanently skewed balance and a white's bulk. Once she is within a few meters of Ezythas, she pauses once more. "I am here," she breathes as quietly as she can manage, shortening the distance between the two and settling down within a foot of her sister. Her muscles still burn and ache, but she feels wholly refreshed from her nap and ready to -attempt- to face the world.

However.

The thought that she, a warrior of such calibre, must become a pacifist in order to survive day by day still writhes unhappily within her chest.

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Replies:

--- -- Ezythas, 23:19:11 11/04/03 Tue
- === -- Jiciri, 13:44:07 11/08/03 Sat
  - ... -- Ezythas, 22:32:15 11/09/03 Sun
    - === -- Jiciri, 22:55:36 12/09/03 Tue
      - --- -- Ezythas, 17:36:27 12/11/03 Thu
        === -- Jiciri, 18:16:20 12/12/03 Fri
        ~~~ -- Ezythas, 01:07:35 12/20/03 Sat
        === -- Jiciri, 09:35:34 01/11/04 Sun