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Date Posted: 12:56:00 03/17/02 Sun
Author: Obsidian
Subject: ::Forth::
In reply to: ...\Tranquility/... 's message, "...\Await/...(FROM HUNT BELOW)" on 12:41:17 03/17/02 Sun

::Caught up in th' turmoil o' th' kill, th' male 'ad not witnessed Ivory's falling, nor was 'e aware o' it now. Panting slightly 'e moves forward, nose buried into th' doe's frame, eating th' delicious meal. It takes 'im but a moment to eat 'is fill afore 'e pulls back, licking at a bloody paw. E'en after all 'ad eaten there would be deer left for a few days... th' 'unt 'ad been beyond successful, an' th' pride glowed through e'ery part o' 'im. Finally 'e blinks lightly an' raises 'is cranium, lobes flicking, mentally counting th' wolves, for 'e 'ad known th' dangers an' 'oped none 'ad been 'urt... suddenly 'e stops an' looks o'er to th' cluster o' wolves near some bushes... what were they doing? Snarlin' softly so they would 'ear 'im an' let 'im through 'e comes forth, arriving finally at th' side o' Ivory. Lime oculars flicker with worry, mug brushes lightly at 'er cheek, feeling 'er warm breath flow o'er it. He notices then th' gash down 'er side an' 'e takes a 'orrified step back - my God, she looks like th' deer they 'ad just killed! Panic fills 'im, an' only through severe effort does 'e remain in 'is regal composure. Laying down beside 'er 'e reaches out a big tongue an' gently licks at th' wound, cleaning th' blood from around it so 'e could see th' damage alone...::


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