Self-salvation. . . -- Outside

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Date Posted: 17:50:18 08/14/01 Tue
Author: D'ven and Prosth
Subject: Self-salvation. . .
In reply to: D'aven - Tampath & D'rius - Dememnth 's message, "~ death ~" on 15:21:13 08/14/01 Tue

As the brown spirals towards the ground, D'ven realizes that this is the moment. Though his conscious mind is denying the fact, his inner self somehow knows that Prosth is dying. D'ven whips out a blade knife and begins cutting through the straps of his harness. Though crazed with pain, both his and Prosth's, he somehow manages to keep the presence of mind to try and save himself. As he severs the last of the straps, he feels as if his heart, also, is cut in two, for he knows this means leaving Prosth. But no time to think. . . D'ven throws himself from Prosth's neck moments before the brown makes his last trip between. He hits the ground with a crunch of broken bones, but he hardly notices the physical pain when the agony of his soul is so acute. He cries out like a child, writhing against an unseen foe. "PROSTH! My dearest. Where are you. . . I cannot hear you. . . Speak up! You're whispering. Why can't I hear you?" He whimpers like a young child, eyes squinched against the pain. His soul seems rent by unknown hands. . . perhaps the talons of Prosth have something to do with it. . . PROSTH! Daven's mind calls out against the blackness, struggling to break through the darkness that threatens to overcome him. At turns melancholy, desperate and strangely tranquil, Daven waits through the Fall, feverish, struggling with his emotions. . .

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Re: Self-salvation. . . -- Resa and Myath, 08:17:09 08/15/01 Wed
- Keening... -- T'run et, Adath, 08:06:33 08/16/01 Thu
  - Shay glances up... -- Shay-Lyranth / Chavala-Sinouth, Sh'muel-Lirth, Daven, 11:46:26 08/17/01 Fri