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Date Posted: 17:34:17 06/01/02 Sat
Author: Unknown
Subject: .

In the cool, dark shadows beneath a stand of trees, a stand of dry, dead brush abruptly flares into white-hot flame. With mindless speed, the flames coalaesce [sp?] into a human shape: a thick, long mane of coal-black hair, snarled and tangled where it lies on bare sun-bronzed skin; a sharply-defined profile with a somehow feral, almost lupine cast; a long, lean, wiry body devoid of fat, more thin from hunger than thin from fitness, although at one time the darkly tanned form was at the peak of physical health.

A nearby rabbit, startled from its evening grazing by the sudden flare of heat, had watched this in astonishment, nose twitching. When its keen nose met no scent of danger, indeed no scent save that of ashes, it had begun to devour the grass again. Yet it is again torn from its meal by an incoherant moan from the semi-conscious figure. The creature's slowly stirring limbs are the final straw for the poor rabbit, who takes off towards less eventful grazing as shadowed amber eyes open slowly.

The human, for he is such to all appearances, rolls over and carefully pushes himself to his knees, hands supporting his lanky body. Amber-gold eyes stare uncomprehending at long, heavily callused fingers, their nails filed from contact with rough surfaces. He looks around in confusion, the surroundings foreign to his slit-pupiled eyes, a stranger in his own skin.

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Gyah... magic edit here... he has normal pupils, not slitted ones. Yah. (NT) -- Unknown, 18:16:38 06/01/02 Sat