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Date Posted: 11:37:19 01/11/03 Sat
(sorry about the delay. Yesterday was not a good day....no)
*No. He had left. He had left her..... Golden orbs fell, as they aided her in becoming an audience to all that was happening, everything seen through the black vail of the plague that consumed her. And her body was racked with pain, she could fell it. Festering in her, it was...or should she say he. Temptress knew well of this murderer. Almost taking the breath for a best friend, he had, but luckily, another had been there to save her. A tear dropped from the trueness of this overtaken femme, as she slouched in her prisoin, black-a-vide. She could do nothing, now, here in her fatal loneliness. The woe was becoming gradually unbearable, and her puissance was, even faster, fading. She collasp, now acting as the whole beast, Skepei obviously letting her come through. Even though, her lookers remaied pitch and swirling with fury, but the rest of her was a pity to look upon. She was starting to resemble a wretch, somethign she had fought so long to never be. She was alone.*
*Seeing everything through her own eyes once more only made the sight on more lucid and horrible. Her lair had never seemed this empty and alone before. But then again, she had never verbally purged this dwelling of all love, and had bee fed upon by some damn parasite at the same time. Imperviousness was slowly fading beyond recognition, and a succumb was at its brim, only waiting to fully spill into her. She was giving up. Without the dragon, as she had always said, she was nothing. She had grown since they had first met, and he had grown to be a vital part of her. A vital part of her heart. He was gone and it wasn't because of her, but it was because of her. He knew not of what fed inside of her, only of what was before him. A gruesome grin came upon her maw, this time her own, just sickly and distorted. She was begining to not see so straight. Shadows of familiar, were becoming obscured. Demise was breathing pon her neck, and for once in her life, she was welcoming it.*
*Eyes closed and she wished not to open them, but the next happening shocked her into awokeness. An itch had been toiling with her, just as much as Skepei, and talons made haste to correct it. It was then, with a soft pitter-patter beside her, did she look again unto her cursed world. Her forearm was almost bare, boasting only the extremely vulnerable skin of her dragon breed. Blood had began to trickle, the same blood that was staining her lips. Tears precipitated in droves, as she sat looking at her scales barren upon the terra. Her cryong was fluent, and she only do so much as to not sob, but her tryings of contol only set her system off again. Strict convulsion now ushered her form into a helpless dance. No black showed, only a ghastly white, as the true was being sent back to her prison. The harsh movements startled her functioning, disrupting muscles and normal, bodily occuraces, and spitting more pain upon her. But then, it stopped. Lids flew back. Golden. Golden in blackened bars. She was back. Death was upon her, and she was back. The rouge had no azure. No strength. No ponder. No will to continue. Not even a voice, could she find, to, for the last time, utter the beautiful pronouncement of her mate's name. But no. No. She was alone*
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