<font color="blood red" face="verdana" size=1>-*-One Last Thing-*-</font> -- The Bloobath

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Date Posted: 15:30:22 08/13/02 Tue
Author: Skajira
Author Host/IP: 212.67.99.177
Subject: -*-One Last Thing-*-

-*-Trotting swiftly over to a little alcove in the cliff up to Rahul Jagged, he moves a stone aside and lifts a smallish phial on a silver chain out of the little alcove with his mouth.

Heading over to the rotting corpse of Ikkitarita, he reverts to panther shape and tears open the body, removing the heart. Pressing it, sweet silver blood drips into the phial, filling it. The felequine stallion then sprinkles a little of a certain herb into the phial, seals it, and puts it around his neck. Next, he reaches down, clamps his teeth on the precious white healing horn, and tears it off. This might come in handy sometime. Testing if it works when no longer on the unicorn, he presses it to a cut given by Kharmendarhra... and it heals perfectly as though it was never there at all. Not wanting to waste the precious power, he lopes over to the alcove, places it in, and replaces the stone.-*-

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[> ::|:: quiet observation ::|:: -- Kharmendarhra, 12:06:44 08/14/02 Wed (212.67.99.215)

::|:: Her silent black eyes watch him work, grotesquely impressed. She too despises Silverbloods and delights in their torment and demise.

Standing, she stretches and yawns in that infinitely feline way, padding over to Skajira. If I have your permission, sir, I would like to go hunting. Without awaiting an answer, she pads silently away, slipping off to find some prey.

Making not the slightest sound, she creeps through the long grass in the far end of the valley, towards Zespri, following an enticing scent. And there, bounding through the orchard area, are a family of deer. They pause, grazing quietly, and she stalks behind them, waiting... waiting... Finally they seem lulled into enough of a peaceful state. She pounces. The adults have their wits about them and break into an immediate run, but the little one looks about in confusion and then... it is too late. Dragging her kill into a tree, resentful of her injured wing, Kharmendarhra eats her fill and then falls gradually asleep. ::|::

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