| Subject: *Breathe Chaos. Breathe Death* |
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Catastrafy
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Date Posted: 19:29:28 01/08/03 Wed
In reply to:
Azriel
's message, "Tears leapt into his tortured eyes as he looked away in shame." on 22:14:00 01/07/03 Tue
You can't have her back....
*Her voice slipped from her, mechanical and surreal. Why had she said that? What was happening. The dragoness feared she would slip into convulsions, as the mascul, her own, turned from her so. But he wasnt hers, was he? Because she wasn't she. Not any more. Black had seduced her golden rounds, as she shrunk back from her spot, pinions rounding her form. A lethal look was briming in her lookers, as blackened tears began to sprout.*
You don't love me anymore.
*Her tears were never black before....what was happening to her? Where had she gone? The vix continued to stare at the dragon, huddled in a forgotten corner, rouge becoming ashen shadows. Her eyes blazed, almost looked crazed. Tail was pulsing uneasily, daring any movement from another. She began to say something at the Lord, but a sudden coughing fit brought filthy blood upon her lips. A swift tongue whisked it away, as her words came spearing at him*
And why do you think that is, Azriel?! Why do you think that is....beloved? That's what you are, isn't it. my beloved. At least that's what I thought.
*All one could see was the constant pulsing of round beams from the growing darkness, no maw to be witnessed*
You turn from me like I'm some kind of wretch. If you don't want me, just say it....I don't need you. I was here before you, I am here now, and I be here forever.....living does not depend on you.
*A hideous cackle was conjured from her, vocals grimy and unwanted. But suddenly, a paw clasp about her mouth, eyes wide, gold fighting the darkness*
Azriel....Azriel....no. I didn't me that....I didn't....help...
*That look came about her once more, the air swollen with the cursedness of her uncontrollable nature. She laughed. Even her head cocked back, allowing gullet to open further to release the rare snickering. Finally, it came to an end, a feline grin sliding the right side of her mouth to unfathomable lengths. She spoke*
I'm not making much sense am I...?
*Darkness was forming in the lair, an awkward, thick darkness. The mistress kept her gaze forward, as the true Cat, locked inside herself, watched it all, crying in merciless torture in her own self. She was growing weaker with this mysterious captor....weaker....death was upon she.*
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