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Date Posted: 01:22:47 06/11/04 Fri
Author: Ayrist
Subject: Battles...
In reply to: Lyuru 's message, "Shouldn't be here" on 23:53:24 06/10/04 Thu

Black body arched upwards as the elegant femme leapt to higher branches, the White Korat surprisingly quick to follow. Reti was bleeding from several wounds at this point in battle, and had only scored a long flesh-wound on Ayrist's haunch, his desperation to gain the advantage once agagin or lose his life rising painfully in his chest and driving up upwards. The ebon-furred didn't hear but instead felt him behind her.. and suddenly ducked to the right at a particular point, the manuever giving her a few feet to her advantage as the white had a tad more difficulty turning. However, the black does not continue her sprint but instead uses the distance as a runway before propelling herself against a tree, flipping backwards in a tan-like move that lands her just behind the white. Reti's far-longer tail thrashes up and back for a massively destructive blow, but Ayrist has already flung herself forward and beyond it, the blunt of her blade colliding with the back of the white's skull with all the force of a femme's muscle, plus silver energy turned sharp with the power of the warrior rupturing the tip to pummel the white beast's bloodied face against the bark. Unconscious, the Korat slumps, fur burned from the top of his head and ears. Slightly surprised, Ayrist takes a moment to briefly eye her tailblade... before leaping straight to the soil and pulling her body into a run before she ven hit the ground.

Violet eyes scan the forest, senses focusing beyond the restricting bodies of the massive trees. She scents youth on the battlefield, and a familiar cub youth at that: red Lyuru. Tilting her streamlined body in that direction Ayrist runs effortlessly, despite her wound until the younger femme is in sight... and then pauses. Catching for only an instant two incoming tans as they change direction, speed slowing only enough in that moment for the Koratian eye to see. Urging her body faster, Ayrist becomes a moving bringer of death.

No longer warrior alone, but mother.

Just as one of the tans get's close enough for the red to recognize her own peril, Ayrist leaps, her legs unfurling from beneath her to seemingly elongate the body of shadows. Silver-tipped forepaws slam into the tan's body as he too takes to the air. The two Korats fall to the ground in a fury of blades and claws. The other tan turns, her eyes widening at the sudden appearance of a previously unforseen black. The red forgotten, she also flings herself upon Ayrist, but cannot see her clearly amongst the tan blur that has become her brother's desperate form. The black mother takes a hit across the muzzle with a long-claw, blood dripping from her nose from the sheer speed of the attack. She jerks to the right with her face and the tan follows with his own maw... only to find dark jaws clamped about his own throat as the ebon neck unfurls at an opposite angle. He screams and chokes for instant hours before finally his sister is able to fight past the black's thrashing tail and score a deep wound to her hind leg. This distracts Ayrist only enough to let go, and the male scampers to his feet and then falls again... blood loss getting the better of him. The female is lunged upon, the black cascade of death taking the offensive with a long-claw to the opposing femme's chest before the tan could think to do anything herself. Gasping, the tan attempts to strike forth with her bladeless tail, only to have the appendage neatly parried and slashed by a larger, more-powerful, and bladed blow.

This time, the tan allows herself to cry out. Ayrist watches her a moment, and at the disadvantage, allows her to recompose herself. Both females eye each other cautiously, hackles raised and lips curled back into unvoiced snarls.

Ears perk simultaneously at the distant cry for peace. The tan is silent for a long moment, and then lets out a slight whimper as the pain his her like a wall, battle-lust that numbed having made its departure. She turns and slumps beside the body of her brother, sides heaving for a few moments in haggard breaths, before carefully she lifts the male to his feet, her shoulder supporting his own. Ayrist ignores her own pain and makes her way towards them, tail dipping to the ground. The tans eye her quietly, the females hackles rising once again... Ayrist closes her eyes to the femme, and merely lifts her paw.

The silver energy seems to rise in soft tendrils of smoke from her two forefingers. Gently it drifts, as though on a breeze, over to the male's deadly wound upon his neck. It seeps inside the wound, and the tan female leans back into her haunches, preparing to lunge. A lifted fore-leg from her brother stops her, and the sister watches as the wounds close. Her brother breathes, and there is no liquid in the sound. He dips his head to the black quietly, the female does not. Together they turn and head towards the sound of Eciwis.

Ayrist watches them go for a moment, and gives a pointed look to Lyuru. "I might go back to the Clearing if I were you."

Ebon grace returned, the femme ignores the blood dripping from her hide as she stalks towards the scent of her eldest son, and Pack Leader.

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~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Deyt, 16:23:09 06/11/04 Fri