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Subject: .....::And Darkness Shall::..... Author: ::Skepei:: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:00:16 01/12/03 Sun In reply to: Fyeren 's message, "His eyes blinked once as her tail threatened him." on 03:07:21 01/12/03 Sun ::And Darkness Shall:: :Beast glared at the youth, a snarl lipping, thrumming steady. Too close. Too close was he. Tail whipped once more, before rouge lept from before him, skidding into a wall on the other side of the lair. A crack left a tell-tale sign of the occurence, as she was left breathing heavily: :Suddenly, the captive began to rip at herself, scales flying every-which-way, bloody splattering the ground. Heaving. A crazed heave. And Darkness Shall....destroy her. She was being destroyed. He....Skepei....smiled. Pitless ocules turned to young brute: Condition? Condition? You wouldn't know a condition if it rolled up and whacked you over the head. Get away from me! You reek....just like that bastard father of yours! Get away. I don't need you! Haven't I said that. Are you deaf as well as dumb? Must be....I guess all of my children are screw-ups.... :A growl made he, she do. Talons, bloodied now, went to pick of random scales, tossing them to the floor. That smile once more. She was dieing. Giving up. He was enjoying himself. Greatly. She was dieing, and she was alone. He....Skepei....would relax some. She was basically dead. He would succeed. He would kill a mother. He would laugh, he would laugh at her rotting caracass. She was alone.: Fyeren.... :A hint of gold had pushed through the darkness. No! A paw went over the maw of she. She looked about, enraged. No more relaxing would he....Skepei....do. She had gotten through. Never again. She was his......: ....Skepei.... :Hissin laughter. Horrid laughter: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: *Breathe Chaos. Breathe Death* Author: Catastrafy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:36:17 01/12/03 Sun *Had she gotten through? Had her son heard her? She felt it, almost in the pit of her heart, that she had somehow poked through the veil of ink. Eyes revolved around her prison, body shivering in the extreme cold. Slithering, having lost feeling in her hind limbs, she tried to see more of what was going on. She was a mess. Look what he had done to her. He had mangled her to the brink that she almost count the number of scales that were littered upon her figure. A sigh. Think. Think again. Think some more. She had to find a way to communicate with her son, for he was all she had at the moment. Vocalization was out of the question, she no longer held the strings to lip and tongue. But her mind! Did she still have a mind.....in her mind? It never hurt to try and find out. Hopefully, Fyeren would have acquired some of her mind talents. But the red wasn't certain. She hoped her natural abilites, developed through the blood of her mother, would help her....if only for this once. For she knew, she would soon be lost* Fyer......Fyeren....? *The tone, that had hopefully settled in his nogin, was unfathomably weak....but it was her own* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]