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Date Posted: 15:21:44 08/25/02 Sun
Author: Cena
Subject: Pant Pant

An off-white bolt rushes in then skids to a stop, triangular claws digging into the earth. Were it not for the shaggy and rather long fur, one would almost think this for a tan Korat. Were it not for the fur, that is, and the size of the beast -a full six feet at the shoulder- long-legged and well-muscled, with piercing brown eyes staring across a long muzzle. The imposing presence suddenly dissolves into a grin as Cena sights her brother, Bikes, and trots up to him, thick tail waving behind her jovially. "Botsa, mri'fre! So this must be the Sanctuary?" The white Korat glances around, taking in the muted, soft quality of the place. And the three Korat cubs. "Not bad," she muses, grinning still. "There aren't many younglings on this planet. A few adolescents but that's all I've scented so far. There's one now," and she nods her shaggy head towards Kley. "Then, of course, Redwood's boy. But I think I'll leave him be." Chuckling at her own wit and in oddly high spirits, the warrior thwacks her brother with the blunt of her blade. "Cub-sitting duty, huh? Fun. I smelled water and came this way; thirsty work, searching this desert of a planet." Stepping over to one of the filled gourds of fresh, though not healing, water that're scattered all over the Sanctuary, she downs most of the water and licks her muzzle appreciatively. "Nice." Even through her good mood, one who looks closely can tell that the heat, running, and alien environment have been taking their toll on the white's endurance. Cena pauses, settling back on her haunches and pretending to groom her forehands for a moment, using cleanliness as an excuse to catch her breath.

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Light pink on blue... *stares* it burns! It burns! *covers frying eyes* -- Bikes, 22:27:37 08/25/02 Sun
- I think it's pretty. *G* -- Cena, 17:12:28 08/26/02 Mon
Re: Pant Pant -- pant man, 03:19:03 11/13/04 Sat