A stranger's voice, around her, in her head, in her mind.... With a jolt, she awakens, letting out a cattish scream. Catching her breath, the Muaru falls back weakly to the stone floor. <I>What the....? NO!</I> she shouts, suddenly remember Akartis and the warning... <I>Oh no...</I> Pulling her lips back into a grim snarl, she pushes her exhausted form upright, turns, and painfully leaves the Den. -- Leaders' Den

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Date Posted: 17:43:04 11/18/01 Sun
Author: Steam
Subject: A stranger's voice, around her, in her head, in her mind.... With a jolt, she awakens, letting out a cattish scream. Catching her breath, the Muaru falls back weakly to the stone floor. What the....? NO! she shouts, suddenly remember Akartis and the warning... Oh no... Pulling her lips back into a grim snarl, she pushes her exhausted form upright, turns, and painfully leaves the Den.
In reply to: Granth 's message, "Speakings" on 12:56:09 11/18/01 Sun

>From his spot at M'r'ane, he flinches, feeling
>something unusually cold, then he realized what it
>was, the crett he had saved. Wake crett, wake up.
>This is no time to sleep. His mind voice replied
>calmly, and then flinched once more, reverting his
>thoughts back to the battle at hand, watching the
>young crett begin the blood battle. His orbs gleaming,
> Your leader is fighting to his death, this is no
>time to sleep.

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