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Date Posted: 19:39:29 08/25/03 Mon
Author: ...
Subject: ...

Can a creature of the night actually have a shadow? Could there be a darker part to a black beast?

...or is it all just... lunacy.

She writhed helplessly, this unnamed and unknown black, caught within conflicting emotions that overwhelmed her body and tore her mind into shreds. A heavy bladeless tail beat against the earth, an erratic tattoo that denied the k�sani's inherent rhythm, while pale grey longclaws scraped across rich, fertile soil. Darkness was all around, consuming, hiding, cradling, embracing, strangling, slaughtering, helping, hurting, loving, hating...

Words ringing in her head, the black twisted, staggering upright only to fall to the black earth again. Eyes that were once such a pure violet turned murky and shadowed, squeezed shut to the point of bursting. The final notes of a distant guitar faded away into the roaring silence of her own mind, and the femme again regained her paws only to topple once more. Was there any use? She was drowning in the deep water, water that was nothing more than air, blinded by the darkness' piercing rays...

Does a shadow have a shadow?

So how do they part?

The black cried out, uncaring of what trouble she might attract with such a weak, helpless sound. Knowing that time was slipping from her grasp and flowing raggedly down its bed despite all her pleas and curses. Every second ticked away and formed minutes with its fellows, which then glomped into hours... There was no time. No time at all for this pain, this suffering, this remembering. The shadow had to be lost, knew the shadow herself, and what to do?

Give it your eyes, so it may see its own darkness...

The black cried out again, a strangled sound that fell upon ringing, deafened ears.

Give it your ears, so it may hear the silence...

Your nose, to smell its death...

Your skin, to feel the chill winds...

Your tongue, to taste its own blood...

Your heart, to feel the pain...

And there was a ripping sound as though lightning had struck, a crackle of pain and a splash of crimson droplets, and suddenly there were two shadows where before there had only been one. The more translucent, ghostly one almost seemed more real... it had senses and could still perceive the world. But as the black staggered to her paws, she felt the pain lift from her heart, and though she could no longer sense the world, she smiled.

The shadow fled. And the black fell once more to the welcoming soil, unable to feel even that impact. But with a smile on her muzzle, she died happy.

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