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Subject: *Breathe Chaos. Breathe Death*


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Catastrafy
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Date Posted: 19:36:17 01/12/03 Sun
In reply to: ::Skepei:: 's message, ".....::And Darkness Shall::....." on 18:00:16 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*


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