Watching...and coming into the open -- Territory North

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Date Posted: 14:33:17 05/13/03 Tue
Author: Meheral
Subject: Watching...and coming into the open
In reply to: Raydiehl 's message, "^.^" on 16:46:11 05/12/03 Mon

Meheral watches the motionless, silent Korats with trepidation. Are they trancing, or is this a ritual? He feels waves of excitement, satisfaction, and frustration coursing through their minds, along with a sense of wonder. Suddenly, the tan-gold speaks, and begins to run. He can barely see the Korat, and listening is no help. At least the dark-soiled clearing made an updraft, so he could smell them all. Just that they're there, not where they are. But now the lesson is over, and he must not waste time. The general mood is one of calm introspection. Testing the wind as finely as possible, he strides quietly into the clearing.
"Botsa." In suprise and alarm, the Korats spin to look at him. Hmmph. So concerned with the nature of the world, they forgot to pay attention to their surroundings. But Tasiri is already in front of him, standing with a deadly calm that gives no hint of his dangerous speed.
Dyone it! I'm commited to this for good, now. Tasiri slowly unsheathes her claws and glares darkly into his eyes.
"Who are you that dares trespass?"
He holds her gaze, trying to keep the fear out of his eyes. Lowering his tail in deference, he speaks in a low but carrying tone, with an odd accent:
"I am Meheral. I mean no disrespect or threat, but I know nothing of life among friends. I am tired of enemies."

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*curious look* -- Arukit, 16:32:20 05/13/03 Tue