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Post by Kitty on Jun 24, 2006 10:39:34 GMT -5
Silas walked up the Southern Tunnel, fatigue and hunger fading his concious. Mild delerium blurred his vision and mind. He had been hunting for two days straight, not sleeping or eating. This is a sacred place. This is the place of the Caele. The fast had hurt, hurt like nothing Silas had ever encountered, yet he felt something come out of it. A happy feeling, a sort of pleasure. The Caele show faith in me. So Silas had hunted, not sleeping, not eating. Now he was coming home.
Silas' pacesteps felt heavy, each one sapping the little strength that he had left. The Caele will help me. The Caele will not let me die this way. One more step.... another... another... soon he would be at camp. Soon he would eat, soon he would sleep. Silas' mouth formed a weak smile at the thought. Food. Sleep. Hunger. Fatigue.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Silas dropped into unconciousness.
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Post by »->Running Breeze<-« on Jun 24, 2006 20:29:25 GMT -5
Comala padded up to Silas, "Hello, Silas," she mewed as she came upon his unconsiouc form. Noticing this, she frowned and darted off to catch a rabbit. Holding it infront of Silas, she hissed in annoyance, "Silas, wake up!" she mewed.
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Post by Kitty on Jun 24, 2006 20:46:52 GMT -5
Silas murmured in his sleep. He didn't want to wake up. He was so comfortable. If only I had that rabbit... he silently reflected.
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Post by »->Running Breeze<-« on Jun 25, 2006 8:10:21 GMT -5
Comala unsheathed her claws and gave Sinis a small scratch on his paw, "Wake up you lazy furball!" she spat, her hackles rising. Comala, dangled the rabbit over his nose, making sure he could smell it.
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Post by Kitty on Jun 25, 2006 9:43:37 GMT -5
The stench of his feverish blood combined with the smell of the rabbit retrieved Silas on some level. "Hmm?" he murmured as Comala's words cut through him. Lazy furball? In spite of himself, Silas felt rage bubble over. I spent two days hunting for your gang! Look at the prey! Then, Silas frowned at himself. No, Silas. She is a leader. She deserves respect. Blearly, Silas attempted to come to his paws.
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Post by »->Running Breeze<-« on Jun 26, 2006 6:22:44 GMT -5
Comala stepped back, convinced and sheathed her claws, "Don't worry, Silas, I know you're not lazy, but if you must sleep, sleep in camp," she mewed. Comala nudged him and her voice hardened, "Go on, and take your prey back," she ordered.
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Post by Kitty on Jun 27, 2006 15:12:45 GMT -5
"Yes Comala," murmured Silas, still half catatonic. His steps felt like machinery- the gears spun and worked, regardless of whether Silas wanted them to or not. Hurry, Silas. Cinis is weak from lack of food. They need your prey. Still, it took every ounce of self control in Silas' bones not to bite down on the prey he carried in his mouth.
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Post by »->Running Breeze<-« on Jun 30, 2006 6:56:43 GMT -5
Comala watched him go before clamping the rabbit in her jaws and padding after him, her distant blue eyes guarded that she was thinking of her past life, and of her kits.
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Post by Kitty on Jun 30, 2006 14:22:17 GMT -5
((4 sentences... but this post is done, I'll let it go.))
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