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Date Posted: 10:02:18 02/09/02 Sat
Author: A Jine, Heifias, Korats
Subject: Silence falls...
In reply to: Granth 's message, "Dead?" on 06:27:37 02/03/02 Sun

A cloak of silence stifles every movement, and the cocky retort dies on Julo's lips as his ears slick back to his skull. So distant as to be imagined, a triumphant roar bursts forth from deep in the forest, the voice undeniably belonging to a Korat. Tasahk trembles, muscles under her glossy fur twitching nervously. -This is not good.- The young red doesn't answer, only slowly turns to look wide-eyed at the distant forests. Then, desperation evident in his actions, Julo throws his head back and howls, the sound as loud as he can make it, audible to every Korat and Heifia in his group. -Julo! We can do nothing!- the black protests half-heartedly, but already she stands ready to fight.

Cursing suddenly rips through the air and a pale form flings by, easily going 200 mph in the thick forest. -Not Egnaro too...- And as Lannos' lithe form tears by in a headlong sprint, followed by Jiol's burly frame, Tasahk can only shake her head. Julo faces his companion and friend, blazing eyes burning a hole into hers. -Are you a Korat or what, Tas'? You know there's nothing more to live for if she dies.- The black responds vehemently, shaking her head, -Yes! There is, Julo. Redwood is an Original, our best, I know. But so is your mother and so is my grandmother, Kaili. Two Korats, we'll make no difference!- The male shakes his head slowly, lip curling despite himself. -Quit lying to both of us, Tasahk. And come on.- The tone was as close to a command as she'd ever heard him use, and as the red tore past her in a lightning-quick run, all Tasahk could do was follow her friend.

Hearing the roar from much closer range, Tar grins tightly. -Well well. It's time for your Original to die, Malf. What are you going to do about it?- The black male snarls, drawing closer and bristling, and the Jine unwillingly takes a step back. -Watch it, Tar.- Slowly, his muzzle turns to look at slender Parat, who has eyes and ears only for a distant happening. -Well?- he asks brusquely. The femme moves forward a pace, before answering in a shocked voice. -Whatever was convincing them to keep her alive just died. They'll try to kill her now.- With an almost apologetic look, the tan springs forward and into the brush, disappearing within seconds. Malf, jaw wide in the Koratian expression of pure rage, is after her, Jine forgotten. The wolfish crett laughs to herself, spurring into a run away from the roar. Well, that worked out nicely. I live, and the Terolians, if they can hear anything, know where Redwood is now.

Jisz goes rigid as the roar reaches his ears, and immediately he gives up all pretense of guarding the border. -Get moving! Now! Heifias... do as you will.- The massive red pauses, watching his closest friend. The burly Heifia actually laughs, before nodding to his packmates. As one, the Heifias and red Korat spring into the woods, racing to help the one they had guarded. Moving at top Heifian speed, nonetheless Parat and Malf will reach her first.

Bursting from the forest behind the Heifias, Egnaro pays them no heed and continues his incredibly fast run, out of sight and sound within seconds of appearing. Soon after him is Lannos, his black form hesitating before racing away from the Heifia pack. Julo and Tasahk, within paces of each other, spring from the forest and pass the group, two sets of ears slicked back and two sets of jaws dangerously clenched. Jiol, the fastest Heifia in his pack, slowly catches up and stays with his brothers, tongue lolling and sides heaving for breath. Jisz, nodding gratefully to the Heifian leader, speaks. -I must go. I cannot wait.- The canines nod their understanding and the red surges ahead, running all out in an attempt to reach his Original before it was too late.

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Change of Plans -- Granth, 07:31:23 02/10/02 Sun
no...No....NO! -- The Five Deaths (I'm back! :-D ), 09:48:50 02/11/02 Mon
- Scowls... -- Tiesha, 19:59:51 02/11/02 Mon
  - *grim* -- Taio, 21:56:28 02/11/02 Mon
    - Re: *grim* -- Granth, 07:23:16 02/12/02 Tue