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Date Posted: 22:59:12 07/26/03 Sat
Author: Deyt
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Atumi 's message, "...what do you take me for, an amateur?" on 11:41:55 07/11/03 Fri

[ Bah. Curse my bad timing. And I was looking forward to this fight, y'know. ]

Deyt looks unfazed, but a distant something still twitches in the lost, dead deeps of the murky grey. Her words are as they always are, as they always has been... steel and smoke, immersed in the blackened rains of sorrow. Even so, the ubiquitous despair has not a root in the fight.

'I was tessting you, Atumi. And my theorry was corrrect.'

She turns away, metal forearms clinking against the rock. The massive hybrid tosses not a glance to Atumi's retreating form, shows not a care at what - to any other Korat - would be a total humiliation of pride and honour. Jagged talons dig down, cutting rock like butter. The ragged pelt of endless shadows sways, the tattered strands borne in the wind of sadly singing souls. They seem to call out, the Mournbringer returns, returns to its home, deep within the folds of time and space to wait for its time to appear again...

Deyt is gone in a flurry of sheer black, wandering aimlessly and once more what she had been a thousand years ago... an exile.

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