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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2570162" data-attributes="member: 2820">Jovik, slumped to the floor, confused, alone and gory. The blood that came out was hot and red. Jovik tasted some on his finger, if this Zsath was other than a man, he had a man's blood. Jovik, knelt there looking at the man bleed to death, without t athough tin his mind, as if the days events were too much and this death was all he could focus on. Death had always stalked him, from the hunger of his infancy to the abuse of his childhood to the effort of living in the alleys as an adult.  Had he beaten Death? Had this man come to claim him somehow. The calm he had displayed was still unnerving to Jovik, no one stands there and takes a blow like that. Except an adult from a child. Was that how this man saw Jovik? A child to his power? Ah, but he underestimated the power of the Jackal, a cornered animal is dangerous, always leave him a way out or kill him outright thought Jovik with a wicked grin.Suddenly, in the midst of his macabre meditations, the Jackal remembered something, that soemthing wasn't right. His body, what had happened to it. Maybe this wasn't some bizarre illusion, some twisted fanatsy brought on by magic or bad alcohol, maybe he was, (gulp) dead. No, he thought, no it can't be I am still here. But he saw his body before, before he had charged Zsath. Where was it he though and the Jackal crawls around the floor, scavanging again, but this time for his own precious body.</blockquote>

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