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Date Posted: 15:38:08 08/25/02 Sun
Author: Washi
Subject: =-=

A Canis-Warrior male enters, stepping lightly with his muzzle held proudly, broad wings furled close to his flanks. Fur a bright cherry-red, feathers gold, tangerine, and fire-engine red, and intelligent orbs emerald, this stranger is rather noticeable in the dark, almost gloomy setting of the Library. However, Washi spots the two Dracai, and though he knows not their kind, he gives them their privacy and pads in a wide arc around them. His shaggy head lowers as a dread scent confirms what his heart had already known - Sake has passed. Plumed tail and noble muzzle drooping, the Canis slinks towards the shrouded body of his old friend. He stops, planting his broad paws firmly on the floor to support his shaky self, and stares mournfully.

"Sake..." he sighs heavily, unable to speak for a moment as tears trace damp paths down his muzzle and drip off his whiskers. Reverently, he moves one paw to draw back the cover a little bit, so he can see her face once more. The greyed muzzle seems tilted in a warm, satisfied smile, and there are no pain-lines to be seen. Washi heaves another sigh, this one tinged with relief. "So you died well, mri'fa. I am glad. I hope..." Choked for a moment, the warrior shakes his head, swallows hard, then continues, "I hope I meet you when I die. You always did believe our spirits continued, Sake. May yours be free." Bowing his head in grief, the brightly-furred male tastes salt and tears for a long moment, before, without looking up, he replaces the shroud over the Wolven's face. "Fare thee well, Sake. I'll miss you."

Getting a grip on the sadness within, Washi steps backwards and turns, lifting his sculpted head with an effort to look around at the dark library. Speaking almost to himself, he whispers, "Terole has lost their seer. They need a new one." A glance to the pair of reptilian Terolians re-affirms their position and hopefully, their lack of interest in one middle-aged Canis-Warrior. Lupine ears finally prick upright, and the male raises his tail to its customary slung position, the sleek golden blade still razor-sharp. "Sake trained me." His emerald eyes slowly lose their grief and regain their habitual brightness. "Well then. I must see the Governor." With a sharp, decisive nod, the Canis sidles into a lope, out the door and with only one more tear slipping onto the winds as he begins to track the Governor's scent.

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