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Date Posted: 20:05:50 01/28/02 Mon
Author: A Jine, Korats, Heifias
Subject: Scatter...
In reply to: Minmons, a Jine 's message, "A bugle..." on 22:05:46 01/11/02 Fri

Julo's entire limber body vibrates with his mirth. "Come, canine. Certainly you're not an old man?" -Careful, Julo. We don't know if it's male or not,- Tasahk snickers, actually sitting down and leaning her flank against a huge-trunked tree. "I'm a full adult, so you ought to have no qualms," the red adds, jaw dropped in a fanged grin. Yawning cheerfully, the black femme stretches each toned limb easily, flexing her claws. -Letting him have the first move? I suppose it's only fair,- she comments languorously.

Meanwhile, several miles away, Tar and Malf continue to stare at each other, each unmoving, each unblinking. Parat shifts anxiously, hoping devoutly that she won't be the one to brush Malf aside and kill Tar...

Julo blinks at the newly-come Terolian. Yes, her scent was very familiar, but at the name cub he bristles. "I am adult," he repeats in an annoyed voice. Tasahk interjects, "Had you not turned back our way, we would've let you be. This is your choice." The lithe black stands once more, pacing forward to stand on Julo's left, taller than her companion only by a slight margin, though heavier in muscle. The red wrinkles his muzzle, whiskers fanning forward briefly before slicking back against his fur again. -She smells familiar,- he informs Tasahk, eliciting a Koratian shrug. The black, ears pricking suddenly, speaks again. "Last chance, strangers -- turn back."

Deep in the forest, silent, unseen, and downwind, Jiol and Lannos keep unhostile track of the remaining two Terolians. Tan Egnaro... well, he has the habit of slipping in and out of the place. Who knows where he may be?

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Replies:

*silent* -- Taio, 22:14:19 01/28/02 Mon
*recognition* -- TFD, 22:29:03 01/28/02 Mon
- Re: *recognition* -- Granth, 06:46:40 01/29/02 Tue
  - Response... -- Korats, 16:27:47 01/30/02 Wed
    - *snicker* -- TFD, 17:07:12 01/30/02 Wed
      - Re: *snicker* -- Granth, 06:13:39 01/31/02 Thu