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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the Plane, looking totally out of it. She's sitting, small and wide-eyed and confused, amidst the scattered bodies of dead cats. They're sad, grotesque creatures, some missing eyes, or a leg, some unnaturally large, almost all missing hair around the face and neck. Most have wounds, some shallow and unhealed, others recent, signs of a brutal fight. Many of them are charred. The one closest to Cy has wires wound up into one of its eye sockets.

She walks over to him, dabs gently at his face, and starts trying ineffectively to clean the soot from around his nose.]

Wake up, brother. There's dances to be done. Wake up. You can find the road again. Please?

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She hisses at the hyena.] Mine. Mine.

[noking.livejournal.com]

[she comes closer grinning]

Oh, so you went rogue? Clever cat.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She takes a swipe at the hyena.] Don't touch.

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi snaps quickly in return, but she jumps back a step]

All yours?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Another little hiss.] Don't touch. Not for eating. Not for eating!

[noking.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Why not?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Whines, and then hisses again.] Brothers and sisters. Not for eating.

[noking.livejournal.com]

They don't look much like my brothers and sisters.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Fluffs up and takes another swipe at her, hissing.] Don't touch. Please. Don't touch.