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Date Posted: 23:16:15 07/17/04 Sat
Author: Zrego
Subject: ~.~.~
In reply to: Jhael, Noni 's message, "EYAAAAH!" on 11:07:50 06/18/04 Fri

Waves of agony roll beneath a ragged coat, flesh trembling with the electric quiver of energy that courses through his body. Legs twitch spasmodically, the youth focusing what little of his consciousness there is in order to avoid kicking those around him. In truth, he is grateful for the challenge, it allows him to ignore the scents that would otherwise tear him apart in spirit.

And then finally, it ends. Zrego is aware that his jaw is hanging agape, tongue lolling to the side, slightly bloodied from the occasional uncontrolled clench of teeth. He forces his leg to move, and watches as the strange white and one of the blacks steps back... smelling strangely familiar, now that there was something to smell beyond scorched flesh.

Slowly, very slowly, Zrego moves... holding his gaze high though legs buckle slightly at unwanted weight. He doesn't want to see himself, mutilated and scarred as he must be. The black reaches out again as suddenly Zrego stumbles. Ayrist she's called, the youth remembers now. However, the male shakes his head and takes a step forwards and away, "I'm alive. Looks mean nothing right now. I need to assist others as I can move." He turns to go... and then pauses, "My gratitude to you all." His ears rise slowly from his head, "That including you, mri'sou." Step by step, Zrego forces himself towards the one scent that makes sense right now, family lineage jumbled in torrents through a pained mind.

Numi...?

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