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Topic: Poetry of Reralae
Subject: Cheshire's Day
If I am mad, then I can see,
All those little holes in reality
Call me insane, and you'd be right,
But read my lips: it will be alright.
A smile here and a smile there,
What better way to get through the air?
A riddle yes, or a riddle no?
The answer is neither, don't you know?
I'll bid you adieu to your own plight,
But right now it is Cheshire's night.
So listen or not and I'll tell you a tale,
Do not fear, it will end without fail.
It begins in the woods of a mad place,
What else would one expect from Wonderland's face?
Two frowns through the woods you can see,
The faces of both Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Argue, oh my, such a ridiculous sight,
One mad plight during the mad night.
And with both sides dearly holding a frown,
Clearly only one way did the argument go down.
"A tale that lasts forever will go on and on, you see,"
So said Tweedledum to Tweedledee.
"But not if the teller chooses it to end,"
Tweedledee said to his twin and friend.
So I said, "Hold this discussion, if you please,
For sooner or later your faces will freeze."
And so to my dismay, I really was right,
For their faces froze as a result of their fight.
Stuck with a frown in a world that is mad,
The twins quickly came about and really were sad.
As best as I could, I directed the pair,
To go see both the Hatter and the Hare.
To the tea party we went, following the path with ease,
For us, getting around Wonderland is a breeze.
With the scent of tea in the air,
We quickly found the March Hare.
"Today is a sullen day, with only a cup of tea,"
So said the March Hare, not happy, really.
So asked, did I, "So then, what is today?
For you are here while the Hatter's away."
"Hatter? He's gone on a business trip,"
So said the March Hare, taking another sip,
"As for the day, well, let's just say,
It's not my Unbirthday today."
What, for shame, the Hare sounded sane!
It's not like the date would bring him pain.
Tweedledum then said, "Even though you may be down,
Do you know a cure for a face-frozen frown?"
In response, the Hare pointed to a kettle that is blue,
"One cup of tea, or maybe two, and you will be as good as new."
Having no reason to stay of which I was aware,
I simply vanished into the air.
Along the path I choose to stray,
For I never do lose my way,
But hearing a thump and a sigh,
I choose to take a look and - oh my.
Ah, the familiar sound of 'I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!'
When will that rabbit learn that it is simply its fate?
Of course, fate doesn't matter to one such as I,
For I am simply mad even though I don't try.
"Now where are you going in such a big hurry?
Are you going to stop for even carrot curry?"
That is my question which I gave to he,
But he hustled and bustled and forgot to answer me.
So rude and impolite that I choose to say,
"Tell me, is it the Queen you are visiting today?"
Between gasps and breaths he gave a reply,
"Yes, and I must hurry or I will die!"
Oh, such is the life of one White Bunny,
He hustles and bustles and can't even be funny.
One has to wonder is he even insane?
For he runs in both shine and rain!
Still, he's no fun, so I choose to go away,
I even gave the Queen a visit that day,
So bored was I that I gave in to sane,
Or maybe not, because I wasn't vain.
What does vanity have to do with being sane?
I know that question is in your brain.
Now now, not understanding isn't sad,
It's just simply proof that I am mad.
Anyway, back to the story I will go,
For I have more people to tell, don't you know?
Now, back to my visit with the Queen,
To be honest, she really isn't mean.
True, she always says, 'Off with their head!'
But it doesn't always mean they will be dead.
I mean, look at me, I can separate at the neck,
But why do other people have to be such a wreck?
So said I, "Oh, Queen I have come to see,
Your rather ill-tempered majesty."
Of course, my greeting was rather well met,
By her screech of what you'd expect.
So, I simply took my head off to her,
And her face was picture-perfect, that's for sure.
As I quickly did my welcome, I decided to go,
For the sky greyed and decided to snow.
Since for a Queen of hearts that are red,
I'm sure she'd kill white if it had a head.
So snow is white, and so angry she'd be,
But if I had to guess, I'd say she does like me.
Of course, that is a rumour to one such as you,
Whether it is real or not, you have no clue.
That is my tale, one day in the life of me,
So I shall go, but be sure to say hi to Tweedledee!
Posted on 2009-01-10 at 06:01:53.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Hmph
Tear looks sharply at Fyet, murmuring, "To atone for a mistake or an accident is only to fully admit that it occurred, and to set precautions to prevent it from occurring again. To punish yourself is to weaken yourself, which holds no gain for anyone."
Tear's eyes glance around, and she continues, "Also, there is no reason to set a watch for this night. As there is only us, even if the humans arrive at the forest this night, seeing it unguarded will put them off their guard, and so they will take a leisurely pace. That is one of the few benefits we hold being a small group, the advantage of being unknown."
Posted on 2009-01-10 at 00:18:50.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: With healing, the whole can be restored
Tear nods, watching the two cats apologize. That is good. Even if it seems only one side is at fault, hearing it from both sides makes the feeling mutual, which speeds up the healing process.
Tear steps forward, "Why don't we rest? We will have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Posted on 2009-01-06 at 20:23:14.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Time to heal
Tear nods, saying, "I'm afraid I can only take myself through the world of shadows; I'll let them know you're returning."
With that, Tear returns to the shadow world, before finding the shadowy door by Shard and Eika. She slowly walks out of the shadow world.
"Fyet is returning now." Tear says gently, trying to make her return as subtle as possible.
Posted on 2009-01-05 at 01:33:46.
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Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: No clothes for the cat
Copycat tosses the costume in her hands back into the bin, unsatisfied. There didn't seem to be anything special about it at all, which means that she did not need to actually wear the thing.
Still, it is probably needed aesthetically, which Copycat would comply. Her fur ruffles as it changes into the texture of clothing, forming the same design as the uniform.
"This will do for me." Copycat says, looking herself over, "Although why I have to do this is something I don't understand."
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 22:43:06.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Regarding Falas's post
The bizarre format of it makes it incredibly difficult to read what his actual actions are. Does he speak, or does he not? If he poses a question, in what form does it take?
Especially in this game, words are delicate, and speech should be given if there is speech in the post.
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 22:37:56.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Torn
Despite the warmth of the invitation, Ocyari shivers slightly. It's not that she wouldn't prefer to be a guest here, especially with the reception, but at the same time... Ocyari fidgets a little bit, feeling a little uncomfortable. This place didn't agree with her. Not that surprising really, but it'd probably be better to leave.
However, Ocyari keeps silent. To raise her voice would be to draw attention to herself, which is not something that's needed. Besides, there is also chance that the others may decide it'd be better to travel more in this day. Either way, it is in her best interest to wait to see what the general consensus of the group is.
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 22:34:19.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: Regarding gboy
It is an incorrect assumption, but it doesn't matter too much...
Ocyari when she was little was hyperactive and fast-talking, but as she is now, she's far more subdued, and quieter too at times. I suppose it's my fault for not elaborating on the manner of her speech, so don't worry too much about it. After all, the point is the character didn't do too well of a job copying things down 
Posted on 2009-01-04 at 22:21:09.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Control?
Tear sits on the ground, still within the shadow she appeared from.
"Control?" Tear asks, slightly amused, "There are things that are beyond control. What matters is knowing what causes one to lose control. Such knowledge, if used in moderation, can be used to one's advantage, or one's demise. It all depends on if it is shared, and who it is shared with."
"This incident of tonight has occurred because that knowledge wasn't shared. Nothing more and nothing less. It is where you choose to go from here that matters." Tear murmurs.
Posted on 2009-01-03 at 07:38:08.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Conflict within causes the death of the star
Tear's ears twitch at the sound of Fyet's roar, snapping her out of her meditative trance.
Tear sighs, "Oh dear. A conflict within the crystal causes it to shatter. If the crystal is to survive, the crack must be mended, as soon as is possible."
Tear walks forward, into the clearing made by Fyet's uncontrolled transformation. Looking to the side, she sees the position of where Shard stood, noticing the wet ground.
"I see." Tear murmurs, piecing together the circumstances.
"Fear leads to problems when it is within the whole, for it too causes cracks." Tear murmurs. She quickly turns toward the foliage and disappears into the shadows.
In the shadow world, time doesn't exist, so Tear leaps forward, looking through the doors to reality that are the shadows, before finding the door she desires.
"I will not ask what happened, nor will I make an assumption." Tear says aloud, "But in order for the whole to heal, everyone should be gathered. Everyone does include you, does it not, Fyet?"
Posted on 2009-01-03 at 07:07:22.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Its True Name is The Craft
If you call it the craft of a witch, then you know little about it, and aren't worthy to wield it. These people, bandits, more foolish than the Fool himself... no. Not foolish, but ignorant. Ignorant of how pathetic they truly are. Parasites. Even the Fool knows to follow their dreams, and their heart; parasites do nothing more than steal and wound the dreams of others.
"I will not let you interfere with my dream." Galen murmurs, his voice barely audible over the proclamations of the others.
With a steady motion, Galen draws the blade, while the other hand feels the left belt pouch for the wooden card. A Fool, perhaps, but also a Priestess if needed.
Posted on 2008-12-30 at 00:24:56.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Not quite solace
Tear stretches in the shadow, lying flat on the ground.
"I suppose we'll have to wait for those two to recover." Tear murmurs.
Tear closes her eyes, now almost completely disappeared within the shadow, and waits, letting her body and mind relax. Not quite sleep, but something in between sleep and meditation.
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 23:58:37.
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: Location
"You've already been told what we're doing, right?" Jen asks Lulz, (assuming an affirmative here) "Well then, it's rude to just keep standing around here; let's go. Lulz, we're splitting up to search, so see you later." Jen says with a warm smile.
With that, Jen wanders off, but not before answering her PDA.
We're in sector 21, currently searching. We've split up to cover more ground.
Have a joyous journey,
Jen
Finally, Jen rounds a corner, and disappears from view.
(sorry for the late post, I thought I had this thread's subscription)
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 23:51:16.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: The World of Shadows where Tear Lies
"It did indeed," Tear murmurs, before glancing about toward the others, "And I'll presume we're all satisfied?"
Despite the softness of Tear's voice, it can still be heard by everyone. Seeing as how the male is still tense, Tear turns her head back toward him.
"Don't worry too much about it," Tear says gently, "When you come to know me, you'll come to know that I can be in any shadow."
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 04:45:33.
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Topic: Despair Q&A
Subject: Thank you very much
That'll help... once I wrap my mind around it... there's a few things in there that are kind of awkward...
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 04:35:42.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: I presume you mean me...
Tear finishes the fish at her leisure, before disposing of the fish's skeleton in a shadow, where it would return to the earth. She stands, and walks into the shadows surrounding her hidden den. Her ears perk up as she hears someone effectively calling her, and she soundlessly walks up from the shadow of the trees and foliage behind them.
"I'm over here." Tear says softly, her voice soft and gentle.
Sitting in the shadow, only Tear's eyes can truly be made out; her black fur can hardly be seen within it.
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 04:32:12.
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Topic: Despair Q&A
Subject: Well...
I'm pretty sure none of us do have the 4e books...
I have a guess as to how the ability scores are generated, so that's not an issue for me, since it looks similar to one of the ability score generations for 3.5e.
I'll send you a small tentative sheet later, then we can go from that 
Also: Hurry up, Sib-kun! You're late! (assuming he's still intending to make a character, which he said he was...)
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 18:55:59.
Edited on 2008-12-28 at 18:56:53 by Reralae
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: If those are being included...
Cardcaptors
Edit: Although, now that I think about it, Cardcaptor Sakura was originally in Japanese, so I guess it fits both ways...
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 18:04:15.
Edited on 2008-12-28 at 18:11:47 by Reralae
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: Two Cents
I can't quite fathom why people predict these sorts of things, but here are my two cents regarding 'Armageddon Predictions'.
First cent) These sorts of things (predictions in particular) have a lot to do on the foundation of belief. If you believe that something is going to happen, then, sometimes unconsciously, things are done that ensures that it will happen. Likewise, the opposite is true. This is where the term 'self-fulfilling prophecy' comes into play. Even if one believes it's fate, that doesn't mean one cannot choose to go against it, to bring about a different future.
Second cent) The nature of endings holds within them new beginnings. The end of a day is the beginning of another. A star's explosion provides the material for a new one to be born. I won't go into death and such, because that depends on what one believes, but wouldn't it make sense if they followed the same lines? Just because one 'world' ends doesn't mean it is the end. If I continue my thought, it would mean the beginning of another 'world', or perhaps the ending of one 'world' provides a catalyst for the other, new 'world' to develop.
Just my two cents...
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 18:48:20.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Because it might be of interest...
Sib-kun had emailed me the question of where the eyes remain.
Two of the six remain at the 'boundary', watching the group, and for some unexplained reason cannot pass to continue the pursuit. The other four, as can be guessed, have gone back to finish off the fallen npcs.
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 18:28:11.
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: A hope...
I'd hope that cyberspacial universes existed by then... but that might be because I'd like to make my own world with a medium different than ones which are written...
Posted on 2008-12-27 at 08:50:32.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: The Story of a 10 Year Old
[slight backpost]
The sun isn't as nice as Ocyari remembers it. Too warm, too bright, ugh, it certainly makes travel by day much less pleasant. Well, at least the day is still traversable; it's just difficult. Along the beaten path, the monastery seems to spring out of the ground, being the only building in the vicinity that one can see.
“Well met, travellers of the sandy paths. My name is brother Josop. The sun is hot today, and you look like you could use a drink. Care to trade some refreshments for a good story?”
Ocyari had been a little lost in thought, and so is the slowest to respond, but when she has a chance to, she decides against it. It was agreed that it would be good to get out of the sun anyway. Ocyari shows a little bit of apprehension within the monastery, but it was a warm invitation, so she is sure there's nothing to worry about. Still, she can't help but be a little uneasy, fidgeting slightly.
[Now at the last update]
"A story hmm?" Ocyari murmurs, pondering for a moment, before smiling, "How about I share the tale of a 10-year old cookie thief?"
Ocyari's smile isn't wide, or showing any teeth, but more of a polite smile.
"Well, I won't pretend to be a good storyteller, but please don't hold that against me." Ocyari adds.
"As you might have guessed, I am referring to myself when I was ten years old. I grew up in an orphanage, and was fairly known as an adept cookie thief. However, one day, the orphanage was accused of a crime. I can't quite remember what it was exactly, however, many of the orphans who had left the orphanage because they were of age returned to help clear the orphanage's name. I was there when the main group of them came together, and left to pursue their investigations. Eventually, another one came later after the others, and so, I decided to follow him, because I felt I should help out too. When we caught up to the others, they had just finished an encounter with a hostile seacat, which left one of them unconscious for an unexplainable reason. Of course, me being quite hyperactive and young at the time, had little idea what had happened, and rushed over to see for myself."
Ocyari smiles mischievously, "It took a little bit of persuasion for the group to let me accompany them, since I was only 10 after all. Anyway, we dined at the inn nearby, which also held one of the people that could give us a lead. Unbeknownst to us, she did give us a good lead, but it wasn't readily apparent, and so we missed it. Day gave way to night, but there was still time for one last stop: the core of the thief's guild. Oh, that's right..." Ocyari blinks, remembering, "The orphanage was framed for the stealing of an item, I think it was a statue. Anyway, back to the story. In exchange for information relevant to our plight, we were given the task of a delivery. Of what, I'm not sure, but I wouldn't assume anything; assumptions lead to many false perceptions. Unfortunately, by then it was quite late, and so it was decided we'd rest for the night."
Ocyari giggles, "I even fell asleep as we were heading back to the orphanage. That was embarrassing, but I did wake up with the others in the morning, so I suppose it worked out alright."
Ocyari continues her tale, explaining how the information received from the thieves' guild led to the finding of a greater plot than a simple framing: the forgery and placement of some papers in the city's archives. Still, the statue was the thing most urgent, as the group was on a timeline to return it. By the time the whole mess was sorted out, a couple of weeks had passed, although it only took perhaps an hour to tell of the whole adventure.
"I suppose that's that." Ocyari concludes, perhaps a little lamely, "I could tell more, but I presume everyone's getting a little tired of hearing only my voice, right?" She asks playfully.
[I know I cut out from actually telling the rest of the adventure, but that's because it wasn't actually finished...  ]
Posted on 2008-12-26 at 22:16:24.
Edited on 2008-12-26 at 22:20:43 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A Nighttime Chat
Linnix sits still for a moment, her eyes distant before noticing she's no longer alone, "Oh, I'm sorry." She says, turning to Aelistae, "I was just lost in thought."
"It is I who should be sorry," the drow woman muttered with an apologetic nod. "I didn't think...well, I didn't think anyone would be out here. And I didn't mean to disturb you."
Aelistae rocked slightly on her heels, not knowing how, or if, she should tell Linnix that she intended to leave.
"Oh, you're not disturbing me." Linnix says warmly, "It wasn't like I was trying to write out a fancy document or something..." but she trails off, looking at Aelistae with concern showing into your eyes, "You sound so formal, is something wrong?"
“No…and yes,” Aelistae admitted with a sigh, before taking a seat by Linnix’s side.
“Foldraevals l'aster zhah medose ulu telanth taga natha ulnar,” she murmured quietly in drow. “And sometimes maybe the lie would be easier to hear?”
The drow priestess shook her head, causing her silvery hair to rustle against the hood of her cloak. “Forgive me. I’m not sure I can express myself properly in this tongue."
[The drow is: 'Sometimes the truth is harder to speak than a lie']
Linnix nods, looking into the distance, "Sometimes the lie is easier to say and hear, but then..." She stops for a moment, opening and closing her mouth several times, struggling with the words, before finally saying, hesitantly, "l'... l'aster neera... medose ulu tesso."
['the... the truth becomes... harder to tell']
Aelistae tilted her head in surprise. It was less in response to the fact that Linnix had spoken drow, than it was because of the wisdom that lay behind those words.
“Well spoken,” she whispered with a smile. “Qilue couldn’t have said better….”
“So then would you hear it? I’m not sure it makes a lot of sense, even to me.”
Linnix smiles, "Well, maybe we can make sense out of it together." She says gently.
“I was going to leave,” Aelistae said simply, gesturing at the clothes and armour she now wore. “I had hoped to slip away at night, and be so far away by dawn that none of you would be able to find me if you came looking for me.”
“But please,” Aelistae added, as she placed her left hand over Linnix’s, “believe me when I say that I wasn’t intending to hurt you, but protect you – all of you. I…I have something to do and…well I can’t ask anyone else to risk their lives.”
"Silly," Linnix says slyly, her eyes twinkling, before grabbing Aelistae in a strong embrace, "I'm coming with you!"
She giggles, "Isn't that what little sisters are for? Tagging along even when uninvited. After all, if it's so important that you need to go, then I should help."
“No, I can’t ask you to risk your life for this,” Aelistae replied quietly, even as she found herself returning Linnix’s warm embrace. “There is no great cause, no great kindness…just a selfish yearning in my heart that I can’t ignore.”
“There’s a man I love, who’s in trouble,” Aelistae explained. “And I mean to find him, and help him. Or die trying.”
"All the more reason for me to help." Linnix says stubbornly, "We're all supposed to follow our hearts sometimes." Linnix bites her lip, "It's because I didn't..."
Linnix shakes her head, "Anyway, mine is alongside you. You say there's no great kindness, but isn't it kindness to try to help another follow their heart?"
Aelistae eased herself free of Linnix’s arms, meeting the blues of the human woman’s eyes with her own violet gaze. “I can’t get rid of you can I? And for that…for that I’m grateful. Dos ph' d'anthe ulu uns'aa Linnix Wolfette ap Bye.”
“I hope the others will have a safer path than ours. Dylan, Talus, little Xaris…all have been good friends. And together, for a time, we achieved the impossible.”
“But now…” Aelistae continued, with a shake of her head, “I just hope we’ll be able to meet again some day.”
[Drow is: You are dear to me Linnix Wolfette ap Bye]
Linnix smiles, "Alright. I'll grab my things, and we'll be off."
((As made over MSN))
Posted on 2008-12-26 at 19:48:46.
Edited on 2008-12-26 at 19:52:42 by Reralae
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: A story to tell...
Perhaps Ocyari will share the tale of a little cookie thief
Umm, exactly how detailed would you like me to put it though? Since FT fell apart, I'd also have to make up the rest of it too, as seen through Ocyari's eyes...
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 22:26:24.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Shadowy Strike
"To the hunt it is then." Tear murmurs softly, akin to the wind's whisper among the shadows.
She turns, and leaps into the foliage, however, there is no rustling of leaves as she disappears into its shadow. The darkness envelops her, before she appears on the other side, in her own little hideaway. It is almost a small garden, hidden from view, with glowing fungi on the trees just out of reach, and also a ring of flowers, surviving on their light, while surrounded by trees and ivy. Gently, Tear lies down in the centre of the ring. Now then, what do I feel like having? She considers, noting that she is not particularly hungry as she had eaten before.
Something smaller I guess. Tear thinks, I suppose I'll go for a fish.
With another bound, she enters the shadows again, this time to pop out from the foliage by the river, although a ways away from the meeting spot. She watches the water carefully, looking for a fair fish. Finally, one comes into view. Still, Tear waits, as it is in the middle of the stream. After a moment, it passes into the shadow of a thick tree branch. That is when Tear strikes. Still sitting in the shadow of the foliage, Tear lunges her head forward, where one would expect her to hit the ground. However, instead, her head vanishes into the darkness of the shadow, and when she pulls back, she drags the fish in her mouth back as well. It struggles weakly for a moment before it goes limp. Tear returns to her hideaway to enjoy her snack.
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 21:12:08.
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Kith, Cat, Khatun Q&A
Kith, Cat, and Khatun
