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Date Posted: 20:47:20 02/03/03 Mon
Author: Tuatha
Subject: Stricken with randomness...

"Paradise! Can it be all I heard it was? I close my eyes, and maybe I'm already there..." The singing came from a tall, lithe Tuatha as she wandered through the forest, unseeing orange eyes half-closed and single blade flaunted. She had tightly-curled mocha fur dappled with toffee rosettes, this femme, and she also trailed a slightly younger Tuatha, a blue-furred femme known as Rainer. The Song-Singer rolled her eyes, rather resenting the pure and easy tone that the other could produce without trying, but followed the aimless, meandering path set before her silently.

"You see the world through your cynical eyes, you're a troubled young femme, I can tell. You got it all in the palm of your paw, but your paw's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest..." Shaper tossed a grin back at her companion, who ruefully realized this tune was meant for her.

"You're fooling yourself, and you don't believe it! You're kidding yourself and you don't believe it. Why must you be such an angry young femme, when your future looks quite bright to me? And how can you be such a sinister plan? Such a caring young femme? And you're fooling yourself!

Get up! Get back on your feet! You're the one they can't beat and you know it. Come on! Let's see what you got! Just take your best shot and don't blow it."

Shaper abruptly turned to face Rainer after singing those lines, a fiercely challenging look in her orange eyes. The Song-Singer froze, startled beyond all belief; the gentle brown-furred had never before spoken of violence in a good way.

"You must fight to defend your life, the lives of others, and Vytha above all. Never kill your opponent, for that brings you to their level." Shaper's keen orbs bored into the blue-furred's skull. "You cannot be a pacifist, nor can you be a killer. You have much to learn of the ways of Vytha, mri'dyn, before you go to the stars as foretold." Rainer blinked, shaking off the chills, and wondered at the alien term she had been called.

And then, Shaper was off in a lazy lope, once more wandering through the woods. With a shake of her long muzzle, Rainer followed; what an odd Tuatha she learned from.

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