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Date Posted: 17:39:12 06/08/04 Tue
Author: Erashun
Subject: ((blood and weariness))
In reply to: Tew 's message, "Teh Sushi hath returned!" on 17:20:05 06/08/04 Tue

[OOC--Kay-chan, let's pretend Cesaz and Erashun have been fighting for a while, mmkay? ^^;; And please forgive my lack of good writing. Brain died. :D]

The main battle rages above, in the embrace of the trees that die for the Korats that use their lives only for destructions. But, on the blood-soaked soil below, amidst the tightly-packed, gargantuan tree trunks and gnarled roots wider than a white's torso, one fight continues.

Erashun is as bloodied as his opponent, though only one or two wounds are deep enough to cause him excruciating pain with every movement. His shortened fur affords him none of the protection that his silken pelt once did, and the absence of the rebel mane around his neck makes the muscular appendage far more vulnerable than he's accustomed to. But he is no more tired now than he was at the beginning of the transpack battle.

The taste of Koratian blood on his tongue is disgusting.

A low growl rumbles forth from the white's proud muzzle, and his patient circling of his opponent ends as he lunges, neck unlocking to send his gaping jaws flashing lightning-quick towards Cesaz's throat as his tail whips forward in a strike at her flank.

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Ph33r the power of teamwork. -- Ajiki, Miteli, Kemeru, 17:52:49 06/08/04 Tue
- {-}{-}{-} -- Kaw, 20:09:35 06/08/04 Tue