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Date Posted: 23:48:32 04/24/03 Thu
Author: Jurama
Subject: Running, running, running, as fast as we can. Do you think we'll make it?
In reply to: Sar 's message, "Well, I suppose not looking where you're going has its merits" on 21:56:08 04/23/03 Wed

Feeling rather than seeing Tew, Jurama snorts. Someday, in his dreams maybe, he could be that fast. Leaping from his current tree to a new one, he disapears around the massive bole and from that tree he again leaps, out of sight as he scurries into the leaves of this new tree, up into the highest branches again. They'd all have to do some serious tree transfer now.

Careful not to make too much noise, he lets the shade of the leaves play into his coat, the light tan color catching the sunlight to give a slightly camoflauged look to his rippling hide as he runs. His energy, however, is not as revamped as he at first believed it to be. Already, to his utter disappointment, he can feel himself tiring. Fast, too fast. Scowling in determination, he keeps on running, trying to ignore the flare of protest in his lungs. Korats, real true Korats, didn't let a little thing like tired-ness stop them. Ducking, he plows ahead, heedless of the warnings his body gives, not allowing himself to slow a fraction as he finds his higher alleyway and continues the chase, steeling himself to the slow, now numbing burn in his chest.

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'Runnin, runnin, runnin, like a constipated weiner dog...' --Weird Al -- Elygan, 18:06:29 04/25/03 Fri
- Which would be why they call him weird Al. ;) -- Tew, 20:22:36 04/25/03 Fri
  - ~Follow~ -- Gerwyn, 16:39:45 04/27/03 Sun
    - SHOOM! -- Sar, 21:44:08 04/28/03 Mon
      - Just forget the words and sing along... *G* -- Jurama, 16:50:07 04/29/03 Tue
        Oooh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al and he lived in the sewer with his hampster pal... XD. -- Elygan, 20:23:29 04/29/03 Tue
        Um, whatever... -- Sar, 02:09:35 04/30/03 Wed
        ~Down~ -- Gerwyn, 16:26:22 05/01/03 Thu
        Re: Oooh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al and he lived in the sewer with his hampster pal... XD. -- eff wamsteeker, 20:13:31 05/07/04 Fri
        Re: Oooh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al and he lived in the sewer with his hampster pal... XD. -- Jeff Wamsteeker, 20:16:01 05/07/04 Fri