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Post by gahoolian on Dec 28, 2007 16:01:52 GMT -5
Brokenwing scaned the flat area of the Killing Corner. He sighed at the blood-stained rock face. How could his clan be so brutal? Couldn't they just followe the other tribes' traditions? He sat, distrubed.
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~{Quoth}~
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Post by ~{Quoth}~ on Dec 31, 2007 18:02:35 GMT -5
Sonata wandered in and looked at the stains as well. She could feel the Syphers' spirits... The ones of those who had died there.... She could hear their final screams... Sonata's stomach quivered and an acidic taste filled her mouth.
How disgracing! she smirked internallly, A Shaw losing her prey over the screams of a dying cat.
This thought didn't stop her from losing her lunch onto the rocks.
Shaking and weak, she padded up to Brokenwing amd whispered into his ear, smiling.
"Is Everything alright?"
A scream pierced her ears and she collapsed in a heap, crying. She recognized it, the final scream of her closest friend... Tears streamed from her eyes as it repeated, reaching a crescendo..... |
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Post by gahoolian on Jan 1, 2008 13:16:57 GMT -5
Brokenwing looked down at the she-sypher and yowled, "Are you alright?" He stooped down to her, and kept her close, yelling, "Somebody help!"
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Post by ~{Quoth}~ on Jan 2, 2008 9:53:16 GMT -5
Sonata smiled faintlyand stood up on quivering legs. Shaking out the dust and dried blood from her coat she braced her legs and stared proudly at Brokenwing.
"I'm fine... It's just a side effect of the job."
Smiling as if to reassure the Sypher who was attempting to help her, she sat down and began grooming herself....
The bitter iron taste of blood mingled with the taste of dust as she licked it out of her fur. She choked as she attempted to keep herself from being sick again. Fresh blood she could handle the taste of, but dry blood.... Dry, dusty, rancid, putrid, blood.... It sickened her.
She got up to leave the clearing, it was probably the wisest thing to do in her state. As she began to walk away, she paused and called over her shoulder.
"Besides, I'm the Shaw! Who's going to save me if I can't save myself?" |
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Post by gahoolian on Jan 2, 2008 11:36:27 GMT -5
Brokenwing blushed in emmbarassment. "Oh..." he said, "Sorry." He turned, and walked in the opposite direction, feeling slightly sickened still. He hoped he would forget all of this murder someday..
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