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Date Posted: 23:35:18 02/23/02 Sat
Author: Derrvas
Subject: The Battle Maiden

*The old Derrva awakens, her black fur now mottled with grey, her hide covered in patchy scars, some deeper then others. She opens her eyes slowly, and in the notion of one who has been in many high intensity situations, swiftly raises her head, looking left and right in under a second. Once assured of her safety she raises her upper half, front legs locking to suport her large mass. Her back legs shake with the effort of raising, but raise they do, arthritus evident in their stiff movement. Once up the Derrva extends her neck, grimacing slightly as it cracks loudly. Her teeth clench together slightly as she focuses on her tails, a small flame and spark of electricity is the result of her efforts... She sighs, and lifting her head to the sky makes the descsion she'd been discussing for days... Er ex ryna...

*She concentrates on moving foreward and soon has gotten herself to a slow lope. Her gray eyes focus upon the high red cliffs in the distance. Broken claws thudding dully against the dirt she makes her way to these cliffs, and reaches them within the hour. Her teeth clinch together as she falls back onto her haunches, and with a roar of frustration, her back legs straighten and she is propelled into the air. Foreclaws scrabbling desperately upon the dusty rock, she curls a strained back, pushes off the rock with her hind legs and forces herself upwards. She then collapses upon the rock body wet with prespiration.*

*She rises once again after a few minutes, body aching and weary. Grey eyes lift to the sky... "Yr'z daam mysa." And then she turns her head back down out to the horizon... And she screams.*

*It's a ripping sound, tearing through the hearts of any who hear it, it's a sound that for most, signifies ultimate sacrifice, sadness, and anger. It is the sound of one's own soul, one's reason for living, leaving their body. It is the sound of one who has given their life for others and now, despairs, because they must give up this life to one who could continue to protect others as they could not. The sound echoes amongst the planet, and most Derrva's cringe slightly from the horrible noise. But some do not, and these competitors all let out low roar-howls in response to the echoing scream. The old Battle Maiden responds in another echoing scream, and to the trained ear, the low rumbling of many paws can be heard, as the competitors race to the cliff-side where the elder Derrva has now fallen, her eyes closed ever-more in the mysterious sleep of death.*

*The rumbling grows as the other Derrva's race to watch the competition. Mumbles of voices can be heard as rumors fly amongst the steadily coming packs. Most rumors of the chosen favorite, Patvikanshi. The huge green rosetted femme was simply destined to win the voices cry, her ultimate skill and power was unmatched by any other femme in all the Southern packs. But perhaps the voices would be wrong this time...*

*Patvikanshi rumbled encouragement to her younger sister, Temalakaisa, as they ran together. She was sure she would win but she urged her orange flecked sibling forwards... it would be easier if Temala was her opponent... she knew her fighting style. And besides, she'd planned to fight Temala for the longest time, and everything was running smoothly... If only the slither dolt of a sister would hurry it up! Igniting her flame tail she scorches the younger femmes behind and sends her tearing across the orange plains. Chuckling to herself she races after her.*

*Passing her sister and reaching the rock first Patvikanshi leaps to it, turns around mid air, and hits it with all three tail-blades. She grins at her sister. "UUavv, jyr yr!" The younger Derrva shakes her head and aimes her gaze to a crett behind Patvi. The green-rosetted turns around to be face to face with perhaps one of the few Derrva's built for speed and muscle rather then the average brute strength. Nonetheless Patvi snorts, the smaller silver ticked Derrva's head only came half way up her neck, and it was so scrawny looking! The smaller Derrva grinned broadly back at her. The green-rosetted glared with contempt at the silver-ticked, her anger over-flooded her mind and she barely noticed as the trickle over other packs formed a ring around them. Twas only the silver's laughter that startled her out of her glare, and suddenly, realizing the attention was on her, she grinned happily to the crowd around her, batting her eyes at a few of the younger males who looked decent. Then she turned to Lejanthratoru and cheesily bowed her head. "UUa thybjr thuhr vucyxyum ex Derrva Neybam! Y Patvikanshi, challenge you to fight." *The green-rosetted lifted her head and waited for the silver's customary response... But she was soon agasp by the imprudence of the younger Derrva before her*
"Mysa ru naar iuo Patvi. Y'n Lejanthratoru. Hraebi ro bya?"

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