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Date Posted: 17:18:17 01/01/03 Wed
Author: Ayrist
Subject: Rant
In reply to: Jonrao 's message, "Hmmm...." on 22:49:22 12/30/02 Mon

Black ears flick forward at the sound of Jonrao's approach. Ayrist, though exausted, is able to curve her blade over her swollen form behind her back, before struggling to raise herself and watch the Korayat. At his question, her form tenses slightly... and she takes one long look into his eyes. Arrogance was there yes, but, Ayrist sighed and allowed her blade to fall. The beast seemed sincere enough, and.. why not. She'd spoken to no one of her concerns throughout the entirety of this dyoned never-ending battle. And, after all, what was the worst this Korat scented creature could do? Laugh at her? Ayrist snorted softly under her breath, and tried to restrain the bitterness in her voice as she spoke... bitterness in that she could not fight alongside him that she missed, not anger for Jonrao's asking. "I'll assume you mean my mate. Tan Akartis fights in the battle against the Drakka. Because of my condition I cannot help him... And, while he's a warrior, he's already been through loss too many times. I fear for not just his body but his mind..." Ayrist tilted her head to glare firmly into the eye of the male beside her, "Lift your head to the wind and smell the scent of death this planet now collects... Every day more blood, more wounded. Every day I catch my breath as a new body arrives, thanking fate that the dead creature before me is not mri'lei. And how horrible is that! Praising that another creature has lost his life just because my own has not? And yet, how can I not! He is my mate! My love! My life and the life of teh cubs I carry! How can I not fear for him!" A snarl ripped from the ebon furred throat and her scream was more roar then voice, "MAY ALL DRAKKA BURN IN BTSA!"

Ayrist coughed slightly and settled her head back on the ground, her rant complete... But a small sigh escaped her lips, and she offered a salute of her blade to the Korayat.
"Thankyou for hearing me out mri'fo, whoever you are."

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WHOA, angry Korat...! -- Jonrao, 18:37:13 01/04/03 Sat