[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Southeastern Mir - The Fall[/color][/center]
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His mind raced, pouring over the quickly fragmenting information that had forced its way into his brain from the dying creature.  The people quickly surrounding him distracted his thoughts. A memory’s information faded, ‘[i]Xalonmetan…[/i]’ he tried desperately to remember but it was gone.   

Another memory from the fox, a red eyed human… close… very close…  holding him down…  He felt his eyes widen realizing what he was remembering, [i]‘[color=FF0000]Koibito~[/color]’[/i]

“[i]HOLD STILL![/i]”

He snapped back, wriggling to his feet like he'd seen a spider on his leg.  His body went rigid, blood turning cold from the secondary meaning the words she spoke had.  He instinctively took a few panicked steps away from her before the rest of the memory fading and leaving him feeling helpless as the woman yelped at him, pointing a chemical filled device at him.  He snapped back in embarrassment as he struggled to his feet, “[color=FF1493]Fok off, G![/color]”

The women maintained her aim, the words she was speaking lost in him remembering the memory again, he felt his face flushing and clamped his eyes shut shouting.  “[color=FF1493]I SAID FOKKOFF YA MAL LOSKIND!!![/color]”

He glared daggers at the woman, but two familiar glowing amber eyes stared back.  Yonath froze, preparing to fight another fainting spell, but it didn’t come.  The eyes stayed as they were, his own widening in a mix of helplessness and disbelief.  First the Procyon woman, now this.  It.. couldn’t just be a coincidence.   [b]Something[/b] drew them here, just like before. 

Moments passed as his brain tried to process both the memories and the events happening around him.