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Date Posted: 21:05:54 01/07/04 Wed
Author: Korat
Subject: ...

Sesha threw back her noble, sculpted muzzle and keened.

It was a horrible sound, a sound usually reserved for death and hatred and pain. It was an ear-splitting, bone-cracking, soul-shredding sound. It told other Korats to leave the keening one alone -- to flee any possible wrath -- to just flee.

She keened as long as her breath would last, and when the sound finally shakily died away, she rose calmly from her seated position, took one look to her right, and swung her wickedly curved tailblade hard enough to topple a foot-thick tree. The loud rustling of the leaves and the thud as the trunk slammed into the rich earth was satisfying, but only a little. This Korat wanted some violence, and blood, and pain.

She wanted to kill, to suffer, and to die. But most of all, she wanted blood.

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