(Bows to Almaseti.)

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Ignorance

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                Truth was in whiskers, noses, feet...  And fire.

                For mortals, it was excusable, but the firecat knew even other youkai had been beyond hope ever since their sires traded knowing for human presumption.

                So destructive!  The poor inuhanyou radiated loneliness in his ears and arms because he'd inherited language instead of means to tell his mate from a woman in clay.

                Her blazing soul, her faithful hands ... a pledge too deep to be reneged in death or words.

                The spirit-snakes returned, calling him from life to memory.  The firecat felt nothing but pity.

                He only followed what he knew.

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This one is dedicated to Almaseti, the contest winner.  Thanks a bunch, darnitt!  This one's been bugging me for weeks!