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Date Posted: 20:47:08 09/04/04 Sat
Author: Shula, Tew, Erashun, Atumi
Subject: Cruddy post but needed to be done...
In reply to: Eciwis, Ejiro, Cesaz, Kyval 's message, "Approach..." on 21:23:29 07/25/04 Sun

Shula backwings and lands heavily on a staunch bough facing the other pack leader, bloody and tattered and singed pinions furling close to and then into his flank, leaving naught but smeared blood to decorate his rust-hued pelt. Mahogany eyes narrowed, the big male opens his jaws to speak... then shuts them again as Tew, trembling all over in exhaustion, walks straight past his 'leader and to Ejiro. "Dyone'd good fight," the lithe tan mutters, voice unusually rough, and uncoils his tail to reveal a half-eaten, dried healer nut. "I owe you this."

Shula stares at his 'second as though the tan had totally lost his mind, unable to comprehend such an instantaneous switch from battle-mode to brotherly concern. He flicks an ear in wordless comment, then looks to Eciwis. "You nearly got your entire pack slaughtered with your blind rage and assumptions," he growls, ears flattening slowly. "You nearly slaughtered my pack after we defeated a veritable army of Wureshi's spawn--who would have spread across these lands and murdered most Korats they found. How can you call yourself a pack leader?"

Erashun pulls himself, slowly, into the heights of the trees and approaches Shula. Now the epitome of weariness, the gargantuan white stands still upon braced legs behind the red, tail so low as to rest his silvery blade upon the rough bark. Shula's words were harsh, but he spoke truth. Even the philosopher could say naught against that.

Then, as the darkness of dusk rises up the tree trunks stained orange with Ghrayu's cyclic death, an odd sort of water-hued radiance floods the area--soft and pale and gentle, like sunlight reflecting off a river deep in the woods. Erashun turns his proud muzzle and sees li'fai standing next to him--wonders how long he'd been there--wonders how the black is still consumed in energy when he's used so much already. There is fresh blood on the smaller Korat's tailblade and snout--Bameduth is dead.

"You're an idiot, Shula," Atumi mutters slowly, and the red jerks around with bared teeth to hear his 'second verbally betray him. But the black, whose eyes still can't be seen past the soft teal glow, just shakes his stained muzzle. "She knows what she did. We killed a lot of her Korats. That's punishment enough." A tired sigh escapes the male, who seems to have hit some level of deranged lucidity in his battle-insanity--he turns to look at Eciwis, light of the ocean suffusing his frame and lending him a surreal aura. "Leave this place, mri'kar. Bear away your dead with you--we have our own to mourn."

Tew, surprisingly, added his voice to the demi-mutiny. "If any of your pack wants to leave you after what you did... we'll take them in. An apology of sorts... for killing when we shouldn't have had to..." The gold-furred male squeezes baby-blue eyes shut, trying to block out too many unpleasant images.

Shula snarls thickly, rusted fur bristling and rising along his spine. Atumi casts a glance at him, then jerks his muzzle in a rough shrug. "No more, Shula. No more humiliation and death and pain."

"Tell her that," the pack leader snaps maliciously, and Atumi simply settles to his haunches as the bluish glow slowly fades. Weariness begins to seep into the black's bone as Shula slowly straightens, realizing his inability to stop his 'seconds from speaking their minds this time.

Erashun eases his bulk onto the wide limb, tiny tremors running across his close-cropped fur, and looks at Eciwis with sympathy shining in silvery eyes. "Leave, mri'kym... No pack leader is perfect. Take yours who will still follow you... and leave."

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