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Date Posted: 19:52:55 06/09/05 Thu
Author: Ghys /Ghysk/
Subject: Mood ring reading- moody, with a likely chance of violence.
In reply to: Yima 's message, ">~<" on 19:36:27 06/07/05 Tue

((I refuse to presume what Yimask is doing, I'm sorry.))

"Come on, Ghysk," Ghys says, heading out, back the way they came. Without knowing it, Ghys barely avoids hitting Keao as she runs to keep up with the two whers. The journeywoman halts for breath once the bonded pair and Yimask cleared the front cavern. Green Ghysk, the size of a small runner, but with a ton more muscle, attacked a wherry. The sleeping avian squawked once, then Ghys could hear no more as the irrant, hungry wher tore into the dying carcass. Another squawk tells Ghys that her bonded wher has killed another wherry, and the red-haired handler leaned slightly to one side, leaning on her staff. When Ghysk was done eating, she would come. And Ghys would be bathing her for hours, washing off every speck of blood and dried guts that stayed in the crevices between muscles.
She heard a whine, and a flapping of wings that said that one had gotten away from her hunting green. A snap of teeth was aubible as hysk killed her third wherry.

She smelled the foul stench of the wherry guts, devoured by the hungry wher. She wrinkled her nose at the scent.
"How do you get so big, eating food of this kind?" she asked both whers, not really expecting an answer.
"Raw meat, blech. Which reminds me, I probably better feed myself, or I'm liable to faint!"

A slightly panting, much sated green, heavily streaked with drying blood and guts, butted her head into Ghys's middrift.
"Ew, do you know what's on you? You're making a mess, girl."

~Hsush~ Ghysk reminded her bonded, turning her head to lick her shoulder and the top part of her foreleg clean. The green hated to be dirty for long.

((I know I said I'd be out of it for a while, but I had to grab the few minutes I could tonight. Zipperah's not that bad on the cross-country course, you know?))

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