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Aeryn & Satohari
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Date Posted: 18:12:25 08/19/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: 206.172.177.150
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Sagulaf, etc.
's message, "~Growl~" on 17:11:37 08/19/02 Mon
This was the end of it, then. No matter how much will she scrapped together, Aeryn was finding it quite impossible to go on. She had planned to die fighting, but that was also proving problematic as she had little strength left in her limbs. Then, a little nudge on her shoulder, made her look to the white-winged messenger of Shianlin. The cat was quick to get out of the way of the Orcish blades, but she lead the dying human's gaze over to the borrowed steed of Vawalanthir, quite forgotten on the edge of battle.
The horse brought up in an Elvish household caught the theif's gaze and held it for a moment before determining her meaning and bravely running to her aid, hooves flailing for a moment as she allowed the exhausted woman time to mount. Aeryn did so, somewhat clumsily, for once she was mounted the most she could do was cling to the horse's mane and pray that the animal knew enough to flee now from danger, for fighting against the Orcs was tiresome and dangerous for an animal.
Satohari did know enough that the battle here was pointless, and with one last snort she leapt clear over the heads of the Orcs and ran with all the might in her hindquaters. This human was very ill, and she knew only of one who may save her. Galadriel, in Lothlorien, for Elrond of Rivendell had scarce been seen of late. After depositing her there, she would have to return of course, to hopefully bare her current mistress back to safety.
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