affame_le_geant_stupid_rabbitman fyn gula perhaps we will never know why couge oktuber decided to do what he did. what his motivation was can only be guessed at... what the voice in his head told him is reduced to speculation. we make wrong choices from time to time, but when they carry the weight of the lives of those dearest to us in the delicate balance, there is no room for error. no space for selfish impulse. couge said nothing in response to cayris foxglove's request for the mandrill. he stood at the doorway, mossberg persuader shotgun raised across his chest in momentary contemplation. eye witnesses say he merely paused several long seconds, looked over to the right where the blazing letters, "the mandrill must die" flickered their cryptic declaration in the virgin snow, cut out by the snouts of trained warthogs as the farmhouse residents went about their evening unawares. the flames reflected their obvious assault in the glassy mirrors of his vision. he blinked once, as if he could erase it, like one pulls down a blind to keep from looking at something repulsive, and then raised the gun, aiming it directly at the heart of cayris foxglove. stupid rabbitman. even before the heartbeat of the earth itself could reach another pulse, couge dropped the shotgun as if his arms were those of a marionette whose time in the spotlight was over. he fell backwards into the bright red paper arms of his brother-in law, an eight inch steel blade, with lightening-speed, thrusted into his gut. it came from cayris's attendant to his far left, who was waiting in couge's blindspot, instructed, prepared, and spring-loaded to retalliate at the smallest sign of resistive threat. and when the earth once more urged its heart to beat, couge's blood came forth like an undergroung spring bubbles from the satuated ground. "oh god!" twinkletoes yelled. in the shock he found himself in, he could only lay couge down to the floor and barely noticed as cayris foxglove and his attendants stepped over him and into the house. while couge sputtered his final breaths and the white of his eyes betrayed any attempt to hold on to the life that urged him to fight, twinkletoes heard the screams of praayli, like the half- rabbit she was, caught in the clutches of a hungry wolf. she and thora, immediately made prisoners. seconds later, strong arms lifted him off the dead body of couge. and still, one more noise. footsteps up the stairs announcing the search for the mandrill. 030208 what's it to you? who go blather from