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Date Posted: 10:52:15 04/27/03 Sun
Author: Tasiri
Subject: -----
In reply to: Atumi (Tasiri too) 's message, "Dark days behind us, and bloody dawns ahead." on 20:11:59 04/21/03 Mon

The petite Korat watches emotionlessly as the students begin, and she amuses herself by watching the slight flickers of expression across their faces as they discover their own abilities. She's had those days. In fact, she was still in those days, if one judged only by age. But one look in those cold pale-violet eyes and you knew that her training days were long gone, for good or for bad. Unmoving until every black has returned to ordinary consciousness, Tasiri flicks one slender ear in silent comment. "Now that you have all finished," her voice is as impassive as her expression, low and toneless, "here is a test. Through whatever sense you choose, keep track of my movements. I will never be more than ten meters from one of you." The tan knows she doesn't need to do this -- Atumi has already accomplished all the training he wanted to today. But she's bored and she realizes the other masters aren't quite done yet. And anyways, she wants to give these blacks a taste of healthy fear. So many Korats think of tans as less-than-worthy warriors.

Tasiri stands silently, her pale gold fur barely rustling. Smoothing her pelt and tensing her skin so that her fur makes surprisingly little sound, she retracts her claws so that no click of tip against rock, dirt, or tree will betray her position. The female makes a point to meet each black's gaze, all five of them, before dipping her narrow muzzle in what might be taken for a nod. And then, she simply vanishes. Heart and breathing stilled, no hard edges to rap against any surface, moving inside the wind currents so not to leave a breezy trail -- Tasiri begins her looping run, not only on the ground and in the trees around the students, but often darting amongst them, occasionally very close. A trickle of amusement seeps through to those cold eyes, but now that she's on a timer set by how long she can live with her heart not beating, she simply races, too fast for the untrained eye to follow. The question is, have the students pushed themselves far enough to pinpoint her location and sense her path, or have they merely touched the tip of their sensory iceberg?

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Hmmm...did we wash with soap this morning? -- Phoemrut, 13:54:22 04/29/03 Tue
- Sniff... sniff... -- Arukit, 20:43:26 04/29/03 Tue
  - ----- -- Tasiri, 21:32:26 04/29/03 Tue
    - Listens, mildly annoyed -- Arukit, 02:03:41 04/30/03 Wed
      - Oh boy. O,o -- Numi, 19:05:59 05/03/03 Sat
        Let's give this a try... -- Akar, 22:07:42 05/03/03 Sat
        Oy, finally I get around to posting. :P -- Raydiehl, 16:51:02 05/04/03 Sun
        All I hear is my dad! -- Arukit, 20:53:09 05/05/03 Mon