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Date Posted: 09:57:38 01/30/04 Fri
Author: Shrarr
Subject: ...

For once, Audii had no urge to fight... to hunt... or to share breathing air with any other Shrarr. With a low growl, the silver-ticked black female stalked off into the thick jungle foliage, a precise but small jerk of her tail producing a satisfying snapping noise when a companion tried to follow her. The other Shrarr skittered backwards, properly warned, and Audii vanished.

She supposed it was her coming of age that had gotten her hackles up. She no longer felt like she belonged in this body, and her inability to change it irked her. As she stalked stiff-legged past trees wider than she was long (even -with- her whip-like tail), she exhaled noisily, listening to the soothing undertone of a growl. Not much placated her, but the sound of her own existence was often the key to a little more tranquility.

Adult. Audii found it amusing. She had grown out of the urge to battle for dominance and to crush males into the earth, supposedly, and now could take her 'rightful place' as a huntress in the world. Tsuh. She laughed at the idea, mirthless and cynical. All she was supposed to do now was hunt. Nothing but.

That one annoyed her. Shrarrs were notorious for being mentally unstable, a little less than sane, a little more than just aggressive. They were never depicted as being warriors -- fanatics, psychotic, and war-mongering, yes. Warriors? Of course not. Shrarrs didn't have codes of morals and honor, didn't have any self-pride, and most certainly didn't have the nobility required of a warrior's heart.

Damn those who said it. Audii would do as she pleased, and woe be to the one who tried to tell her otherwise. She was an unusually good fighter, and although she had begun to regret the battles that had made her so, she took pride in her abilities and would not stand down from a challenge. No one could stop her if she wanted to prove them around about the inherent nature of a Shrarr. And whoever said Shrarrs couldn't be warriors would fall to her prowess.

Audii found her refuge in a moss-coated cave, and as she removed herself to its warm, muggy back wall, she snarled long and low. They would all want to stop her. But none of them would succeed. The silver-black femme curled up in her nest of torn vines and collected masses of ivy, laid her long muzzle down on her shaggy forelimbs, and closed her eyes. She would do as she pleased. They couldn't stop her...

The constant growl that underlied her breathing died off as sleep took her.

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