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Date Posted: 22:39:53 05/14/03 Wed
Author: Korat and Drakka
Subject: ...

Thelyris ran. His tan paws were only blurs beneath a raging form, dust brown body tainted russet propelling him down do that rock. He leapt in a sharp arc, claws hitting soil and jerking him to a halt behind his defensive boulder, rugged chest heaving as the thunder of bullets from the oncoming Drakka raged overhead. He took this moment to close his eyes a bit, feeling the searing pain in his flesh as wounds stopped their bleeding and sealed themselves, leaving only the odd smell of natural cauterization in their wake. Another deep breath and the tan was off again, but only a few feet to the shadows of a gully. Sliding down in a desperate manner, he heard the angry rasps of the black beasts above him, and pressed his body against the side of the trench; flinging his lengthy limbs out in all directions and unfocusing his eyes. He heard the Drakka, saw them breathing over his vague protection, and mentally sighed his relief as they moved on their way... then one slipped down into his gully and Thelyris twitched; startled. The Drakka gasped in recognition of a living Korat and grabbed for his weapons, taking aim and nearly pulling on the triggers. Thel snarled softly, and then dissapeared to the Drakkan eye... the beast twitching around for a few moments, then catching a flash of tan and trying to fire; only to find a searing pain in all six of his arms, four of which now lay twitching on the ground, the other two hanging on by ligaments. The Drakka screamed; it's agony expressed in harsh clicking noises, only to feel yet another sharp stab of pain as a blade went through it's chest. It convulsed once, still standing, then fell on the ground, gasping for breath in little moans. Thel eyed the beast quietly, and taking one of the arms within his jaws lifted the hand up to the edge of the trench. Guns fired like a storm and when the tan Korat lowered the appendage, all that was left was a bloody stump. The tan spat the foul tasting thing from his jaws and flicked his ears back against his head in annoyment. Amber eyes flicked to the Drakka, but Thel knew the beast would die in time; and thus settled himself up against the side of the hole, curling his tail defensively against his body and leaning into the shadows. But the amber eyes remained open, and the night drew onwards, gunshots and screams overhead and he could do nothing about it. And of course... the Drakka. He kept moaning, clicking, but the clicks were softer now, more of a whimper... NO! This was the enemy! Drakka did not... whimper. Thel eyed the thing again, flattened his ears against the side of his head and looked away... He heard the moaning in his mind now. It was so... Thel grunted, and lifting his blade to his dry tongue, almost cleaning the weapon that way... but the Drakka cried out once again and Thel's blade hit the dirt... the tan desperately turning his head away as he tried to wash his weapon in the muddy watter at the bottom of his ditch, this... this crying things blood... it was not on his tailblade... no... The Drakka sobbed, causing blood to spurt and land, hot on Thelyris's flesh. The Korat fell on the ground at the touch of it, paws clamping over his ears at the whining... light of the sun had come at last... but the Drakka had not found his peace. The tan Korat jerked his head back and forth, pawing at his muzzle and raking blood marks along his face, his tail twitched rabidly behind him. He stood, eyeing the Drakka with a contorted expression of pain. The Korat raised his blade, slowly placing it over the Drakka's neck, who moaned once again and through feverish eyes tried to turn it's face away. Thel's blade raised, held in that suspended moment of time, and it never came down. He fell back on himself, clawing madly at the dirt and slamming his head against the rough surface of the trench's walls... Then, holding his muzzle against the wall, he heard the Drakka moan again, and cautiously worked his way over to it. He placed his paw on it's shoulder, and the Drakka began to cry out wildly, slamming its head against the wall and baring its pinchers at Thel, still trying to fight back. Thel spoke what he could to it... a simple form of Kalash, "I want to help you... Let me help you..." The Drakka didn't understand, but after a few more slammings of its head against the wall, Thel's paw moved to the other side of the Drakka's face... and the black creature, too tired and in pain to do in more, leaned against the tawny fur of the Korat who injured him... and allowed a lone tear to fall from it's burgundy eye.

Thelyris stayed with him until the following morning when the red eyes, no longer such a fearsome picture, grew dim... the tan Korat then headed back his pack.

The battle was over.

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