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Date Posted: 12:56:24 06/09/03 Mon
Author: Ihan Ahisa and Sioveph
Subject: Some sanctuary...

Running paws tattoo a steady rhythm on the dark earth, the hectic rustling of fur and harsh, ragged breathing an off-beat accompaniment. A dark, lean form flees into the presumed safety of the shadowed forest, black-brown fur blending easily with the murky colors. The running continues for almost an hour until a deafening thunderclap at ground level, directly behind the fugitive, is heard and brings the beast to an abrupt, shaky halt. Vivid golden eyes stare in shock over a lean shoulder, thick fur bristling instinctively and muscles aching from the stress of carrying a slender, pale body. The darkness seems to close in, but the sounds of smaller explosions reach keen wolfish ears.

The Welphie lets hemself fall to hes stomach, softly laying the white-furred, grey-feathered Olashi on the pungent earth before burying hes short muzzle in hes hands. Their ship, the Proud Tornado... gone. Destroyed, as the Etreusian government had promised. After a moment, Sioveph pulls hemself together and straightens, mentality making an abrupt swing from masculine to feminine to cope with this sudden shock. Hse looks down at the unconscious Ihan Ahisa, eyes worried, and nimble four-fingered hands gently inspect her for any serious wounds. Except for the mild singeing of fur on her back where the stunner had hit her, she's unharmed, and for that minor miracle Sioveph breathes a sigh of relief.

The Welphie raises hes head, visually examining hes surroundings. Strange, unidentifiable noises echo from the gloom around hem, and bloody, metallic, and dangerous scents waft on a molding wind. Hse sneezes to rid hemself of the sensation of sitting in a living graveyard, then hse looks back down at the prone pilot. "Ihan," hse whispers, laying one hand on the Olashi's slender shoulder and shaking slightly, "Wake up." Ihan stirs, a pained moan slipping past long fangs as she feels the minor burn between her shoulderblades, and opens pale blue eyes groggily. "S...Sio...?" she murmurs, trying desperately to comprehend what had happened.

"Shh, Ihan. Don't move or speak until you can think." Sioveph lays one gentle hand on hes friend's shoulder, urging her not to rise just yet, and keeps watch while Ihan slowly shakes off the last numbing effects of the stunner. After several moments of silence, the Olashi sits up, eartips flattened and claws digging into the dirt for lack of a better target. "That frante!" she swears softly, memory fully returned. Sio holds up one hand to caution her against being loud and quietly sums up, "We're in a forest, about fifty minutes of run-time deep. I don't think they followed us, so they must think this forest will kill us off. I don't want to stay here too long, Ihan-my-friend, and you aren't badly hurt." The Welphie rises to four legs, helping hes Olashi companion up. She grins tightly, without any humor at all, "No worries, Sio. I remember the map. Tell me which way we came in, and I'll tell you which way will get us out." Sioveph points over hes shoulder; Ihan nods and begins a slow, steady walk at an angle to their previous direction. The wolfish 'taur follows, finally regaining hes breath and easing the pain from strained muscles as they go. Either way, it'll be a long walk out of here, unless someone with a ship happens to find them and feel helpful...

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Replies:

An Interesting Greeting. -- Gylash and Donovan, 20:18:15 06/09/03 Mon
- =O,O= -- Ihan and Sioveph, 20:28:33 06/09/03 Mon
  - No good deed goes unpunished I suppose... -- Donovan, 20:45:09 06/09/03 Mon
    - Dang right. We come to answer a cry for help and look what happens to us! -- Sioveph and Ihan, 20:57:15 06/09/03 Mon
      - Life's a byotch and then you you get drunk. Err... I think I screwed that one up. XD -- Donovan, 21:19:40 06/09/03 Mon
        I thought it was Life's a frante and then you sleep it off? =O,x= -- Sioveph and Ihan, 21:35:12 06/09/03 Mon
        Hrmmm... Life's like a box of choc'lates... XD (GIMME THE CREME FILLING!) -- Donovan, 22:00:44 06/09/03 Mon
        Hrmmm... Life's like a box of choc'lates... XD (GIMME THE CREME FILLING!) -- Donovan, 22:18:12 06/09/03 Mon
        I like the strawberry filling. -- Sioveph and Ihan, 22:36:23 06/09/03 Mon
        Eheh... -- Donovan and Nathor, 23:01:18 06/09/03 Mon
        =O,O= -- Sioveph and Ihan, 23:16:09 06/09/03 Mon
        To the PHIASHIPS! -- Nathor and Donovan, 23:27:39 06/09/03 Mon