Dah.. I got two big fat F's on my Korat Exam... WAH! -- The River

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Date Posted: 01:52:44 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Jysulehn: whose eyes are actually gold... who'da thunk it, Yoshi, Zrego
Subject: Dah.. I got two big fat F's on my Korat Exam... WAH!
In reply to: Erashun 's message, "((snowy wind rustles the leafless branches in a whisper of untold secrets))" on 10:42:33 02/19/03 Wed

Golden gaze melts into an odd emotion of yellow, muzzle scrunching slightly as Jysulehn watches the pack-second's nod and examination. Her fur ruffled instinctively behind her, not quite knowing what to make of this white. His power was obvious, and yet exuded in a way that made one feel comfortable...? This of course making the red femme uncomfortable, by virtue of natural ideas and thoughts of the world playing themselves over and over again her mind; disagreeing and quarreling and giving the red far to many things to contemplate... and this just while standing and watching.

One good ear fell flat, but sideways against nothing but air. Jysulehn's understanding and yet confusion giving her head a most ungainly tilt... she shook off the odd feeling, and gave a return nod. Composure regained, and current silence ensured.

As for Yoshi, icey eyes take on a glint of something lost and hidden; an expression of knowing so often missed behind the mask of optimism. Nonetheless, the smile is still there, with just a tinge of wryness playing on the female's ivory features. "Uncanny intuition he said? I'll take that as a compliment... perhaps it is that uncanny sense of nothing and everything that makes me join you here. I feel Lavana's breath, and I know that she suffers. No beast is willing to do much about it, except feed her soil with the russet ale of blood which continuously pours from my brothers and sisters of both race and lands. You wish to know why I am here? I'm here because I know that I can be the first to start to help; the first to gather the masses from chaos and lead them to something greater. My knowledge of what my path is; or even how to find this path, is as of yet incomplete. But I seek truth, I seek hope. I believe that I can find at least one piece of my life's puzzle here, and I believe that the knowledge passed from mind to mind will blow away the shadows of doubt, and open our souls to the light and good that is still left... and perhaps help this good to grow in the wombs of our souls."

Midnight eyes falling down a thin muzzle move to squint in disbelief at the female known as Yoshi. As of yet Zrego had rather decided that she was a kindly but somewhat nerve-racking exception to the stereotypical white. This speech of hers combined with Erashun's own explanation gave the striped a kick to the soul... and proof to another facet of what might reveal itself as one of the many rough Koratian jewels that Shula's lands seemed to dig from Lavanian soil.

Eyebrows raise and fall and Zrego now settles himself upon the ground by the waters, bladed tail dangling from the shore into the cool sheen of the river. He removes it and examines the blade closely, ear flicking oddly behind him as the drops fell slowly from attached-weapon, to sodden ground. His mind is made. Truth, or at least what the youth knew of truth, would be shared.

"Each drop that falls from my blade today is water. Far too many times before, has the dew upon my blade shone with another's blood."

Zrego rises now, shadows dancing wildly across a tilted face aimed at no-beast here... but the unknown wanderers of the horizon. His voice is deep, his claws clenching the soil in frustration of words that longed to rip from his throat in a whirl of pain, and yet were restrained to being allowed into the open air in a slow growl.

"I am supposed to be dead. My father should have killed me. Most are not so lucky. Most who are supposed to die do. Yet I live. I live by the death of my kindred in blood and spirit; and yet my kindred should he find me, would kill me."

Head turns back to face Erashun, ears falling back against a brazen head.

"My mother is dead for me. My uncle is dead for me. So many others are dead because of the frante that gave me life. I have seen too much violence, have heard too much violence. And yet my mind rages, yearns, for one last kill. So many wish to find him. So many wish to claim his death as their own. I must join that number. I must lay siege to my bloodline and commit the heresy that no son should ever commit."

Tailblade raises, falls, scratches a line in the dust.

"My goal was for so long to survive. I have accomplished this. My new goal was set. My new goal had to be accomplished come my death or his. I've hunted him for years, only today coming to learn of his identity. But knowledge can only help, and for this and so many other reasons, I must kill my father."

Midnight eyes gaze firmly at the white with a fury and at the same time anguish. This is no adolescent mood swing, this is what the striped has been living for, this is what he has thought about through every battle, hardship, moment of impending death. It's kept him alive, and his soul echoes its misery because of this... he knows he lives to kill, though his body yearns to be able to live for life, to live for love. But no, he is the born mercenary without the love of death, the necessary hunter with mercy for all prey except his own. He is Zrego, son of Wureshi... he bears no wings, he carries no years of experience.

"I am who I am. And as I said before, I come to improve myself... now you know why I wish to do so."

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Replies:

((tiny droplets of ice flung into the wind and across a freshly-blooming meadow)) -- Erashun, 02:24:00 02/21/03 Fri
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 18:54:57 02/25/03 Tue
  - ... -- Zrego, 17:17:37 02/28/03 Fri
    - ((the calm of a snow-covered landscape)) -- Erashun, 20:15:26 03/06/03 Thu
      - ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 17:34:00 03/07/03 Fri
        Sort of Erashun's place to post next but... meeh... *peers at Kenshin again... starting the fourth repitition for the day... someone should really be pulling me away soon... I watched it in english twice, Now I'm going for japanese with english subtitles...AH! KENSHIN SOUNDS LIKE A WOMAN IN JAPANESE... *SWITCHES IT BACK! SWITCHES IT BACK!* -- Zrego, Jysulehn, and Yoshi, 16:23:07 03/10/03 Mon
        ((crimson droplets spattered across freshly-fallen snow)) -- Erashun, 18:32:33 03/22/03 Sat
        ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 21:55:23 03/24/03 Mon
        Watching from a respectful distance, having one of those arguments -- Rachedith and Adi, 19:41:47 04/12/03 Sat