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Date Posted: 23:42:32 08/19/02 Mon
Author: Akartis and Gutadrae
Subject: Don't get Gu mad or you'll be the third... *G*
In reply to: Esaki 's message, "Two! Count'em Two! Twitching people.... Scaaarrry...." on 14:08:51 08/16/02 Fri

The older tan squeezes his eyes tightly shut, blackness sparkling with the pressure. The feel of Koratian flank against his, the rich smell of his brother, and the quiet sound of breathing is enough to calm him some, and instinctively he matches both heartbeat and breath to his brother. Still trembling, Akartis tries to think of the last time he ate. Ah yes, right after the fight with Caleway. Well dyone, no wonder he's thin. Feeling his energy drain, he shivers as the hot, dry Terolian air suddenly seems cold and unwelcoming. Listless now, he relaxes and leans heavily against Gutadrae, just focusing on breathing and nothing else.

Gutadrae half-staggers as his brother lets his weight rest against him - even for a tan, Gu is pretty small. His slim muzzle whips around and the sight of Ayrist, even though he just recently met her, is reassuring. After all, Koratian matehood is definitely a serious event - they wouldn't be mates if they didn't match. The pale Korat watches the black out of icy blue eyes, giving her a slight but still confused grin. "I don't know. I came in and he was like this. It smells like fight, but... there is no match." Ears flicking rapidly, the adolescent keeps his flank pressed against his brother's, despite Ayrist's protective tail.

Akartis inhales his mate's scent, breathing deeply and breaking rhythm to match hers instead of Gu's. He listens to their voices, he hears the concern, but he doesn't respond. Why is it always that I'm the pity-case? I'm the weak, helpless one? I am Redwood's firstborn son. I am Of the Line. What is wrong with me? Still shaking badly, the tan balances his weight between Gu and Ayrist now, letting most of his frame rest on his own four paws, his tail still limp. And slowly, he raises his muzzle and opens pale, grey-violet eyes to stare blankly ahead. I will conquer this. My past can no longer harm me. My future, once this war is over, is bright. Ayrist carries my cubs. The young adult blinks, slowly and then with comprehension, then the trembling stops. His eyes come into focus. Slowly, steadily, Akartis pulls himself back together, standing straight and taller than both his mate and his younger brother, though not much higher than the more muscular black. Taking a deep breath, the Korat regards the wall for a moment. Reverting to the Koratian tongue, he speaks quietly. -I'm sorry for alarming you.- And, in a more amused tone, -Remind me to eat after this dyone'd meeting is over, eh?- Grinning suddenly and looking down, he lifts one foreleg and pokes his own scraggly fur. No longer a lustrous cream hue, this dull tan fur is rather disgraceful for a Korat to wear.

Gu peers at his brother with keen eyes, letting him stand and not pushing his assistance. Closely watching Akartis as he seemingly recovers, a low purr erupts from the young tan at his brother's words - a laugh. -Don't do it again and I'll consider forgiving you.- The adolescent grins with the arrogance possessed by all younglings, then his tone becomes warmer and less superior. -A hunt afterwards sounds good, brother.- Losing scent of Esaki startles the young male and he spins, bristling to find the Korisva still present. A handy hunting tactic but as the tan bears pearly whites, one must wonder if that was a good move...

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I quiver for no beast... fear them perhaps, but this fear remains hidden. Or at least... *innocent look* my chars don't quiver. *shuddering kitty rolls eyes as they all hide behind her* -- Esaki and Devan, 22:47:53 08/20/02 Tue
- *grins* I fear no beast.... I don't tremble, I jiggle. >;) -- Gu and Akartis, 00:05:38 08/23/02 Fri
  - Light growl comes from nearby. -- Collie, 21:23:51 08/23/02 Fri
    - Hmm? -- Akartis and Gutadrae, 15:12:47 08/25/02 Sun
      - Eee-aaah! -- TFD, 16:40:38 08/25/02 Sun
        Smirks happily. -- Collie, 19:25:27 08/25/02 Sun
        Oivey. -- Seleth and Ayrist, 19:47:38 08/25/02 Sun
        Nods. -- Collie, 14:32:54 08/26/02 Mon
        *Wanders in* -- Dree, 17:17:00 08/26/02 Mon
        Hmm -- Akartis and Gutadrae, 17:23:37 08/26/02 Mon