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Date Posted: 21:37:00 03/20/04 Sat
Author: Numi
Subject: Ah, btsa, we're screwed...
In reply to: Kaw 's message, "{-}{-}{-}" on 20:42:14 03/20/04 Sat

Numi, a lone shadow amongst the other shades, is supremely balanced. That's all she has to her advantage -- she can walk the fine line between thought and action, strategy and impulse, offense and defense. She is not exceptionally fast, or strong, or enduring -- she is balanced. Even the sight and feel of Zrego's unexpected energy doesn't startle her.

Phoenix, will I die here today?! she half-swears as pale eyes take in the mad scene around her. She's not fast enough to challenge the blacks or tans, and too weak to challenge the reds or whites. Nostrils flare and sleek ears flatten as the small, lithe female snarls liquidly -- no matter the odds! She will defend the land and those on it as best she may, and if she should die in doing so... she would go assured that she died a warrior.

One of the blacks -a taller male- sights her and drops straight down for her without warning, out of her sight, all claws and blade extended to simply kill her upon landing.

Numi's vision suddenly blanks out and her nose fails her with equal abruptness, but her fur prickles almost painfully as an extreme sensitivity to touch and air currents envelops her, and her ears are doused in a waterfall of miniscule and thunderous noises at once. The sound of air against fur above her, coupled with the slightest change in the complex wind through the trees, alerts her to her attacker and she shoots forward, barely avoiding certain death as the male lands where she had been a nanosecond earlier. As her other senses return full-force, she whirls in shock and anger, both at the close call and her instinctive use of Atumi's "simple" sensory exercise. She hadn't consciously done that...

The male doesn't bother to pause and let Numi think -- he lunges the short distance separating them and attacks with snapping jaws and striking claws. She feels the curving lengths dig into her chest and forelimbs, her balance lost as she's shoved powerfully backwards, and instinct again saves her life by bringing her pearly blade to stop what would have been a fatal stab of the male's own tailblade. Jaws close around her muzzle and she writhes, digging longclaws into the bark to stop her backwards motion and striking out with her own foreclaws. Her blows connect but only weakly, and she finds herself pulled onto her hind legs as the male's momentum pushes them together.

The other black has a superior little smirk on his muzzle, but there's no amusement nor battle-lust in his iron-grey eyes as they lock solemn, desperate gazes and clenching forehands in a final struggle. Claws dig into flesh and bark simultaneously, twin ebony tails lash wildly behind their straining forms to keep balance, and muscles bulge in powerful hind limbs as the two push, trying to topple the other. No progress is made for a long moment, despite the male's longer legs and greater bulk and Numi's profusely-bleeding wounds. Then, the smaller black is forced to lean more backwards, and then more, until her torso is nearly vertical and she's in danger of losing the contest... and her life.

Vision and sense of smell die, and Numi listens as sound and the wind on her glossy, bloody pelt betray the approach of her death. She twists to one side desperately, balance and contest forsaken as she begins to fall to the bough, born down by the male's strength -- but the tan's wickedly sharp tailblade that would have severed her spine only sinks deep into her flank, curved tip shattering against her rib wall. The tan's speed was still high -she had thought to make a shallow, deadly strike that wouldn't force her to pause- and the sudden anchoring of her blade is unexpected.

Numi lets out a shocked cry of agony as the tan is jerked to a forceful stop, the inertia of her light body ripping the blade out of the black's flesh at the last possible second. The sound of the tan's spine shattering in several places is grimly satisfying as the female crumples, the gaping hole in her flank pouring rich crimson fluid. The river of life that fled her supple, torn frame slickens the bark, and she jerks her head away from it, only to see the black male advance deliberately.

Oh, diamen. Scarlet-stained lips draw back to bare equally painted fangs, but the wave upon wave of utter, strength-crushing agony that radiates from her flank prevents any further movement. She is helpless against this one, and she looks her death in the eye as he raises his tailblade for the final blow.

Then... something flickers in those storm-dark eyes. Belatedly, Numi realizes that he had stopped smirking once the tan had swept by and subsequently caused her own demise, and she wonders why.

The male crouches and places his blood-damp muzzle next to her ear. "We are opponents, not enemies, mri'kym. Eciwis demands a victory, not a massacre. We are better than that." He rises and pushes away from her, ears flattening once again and smirking façade reappearing as he leaps higher into the trees, searching out another to fight. Numi watches with blurring eyes until the glaze becomes too thick to see aught but light and shadows, and she listens without using her ears as the blood cascades from her body and drains her of all strength. Her system is already beginning to slow the blood loss and knit her flesh back together, but it will be a race against time to see whether she will live or die.

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  • LAY OFF MY... ER... THE... KAW! -- Elis, 21:45:56 03/20/04 Sat
  • Help Arriving... -- Ayrist, 22:28:01 03/20/04 Sat
  • {-}{-}{-} -- Kaw, 22:50:40 03/26/04 Fri
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