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-Soul Reaver- *Catastrafy* ::Skepei::
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Date Posted: 22:21:03 01/21/03 Tue
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Azriel
's message, "His alarm for Reaver quickly became distress as the dagger was sent skittering along the stone floor." on 12:57:07 01/21/03 Tue
(okay y'all. if you haven't noticed, tuesday is a no go for us. We just put ourselves in another class, not aware that it was from 6:30 to 9:30. So for the next 10 tuesdays, we won't be getting on till this time. 9:50 somewhat. And now we have to hurry...can miss real world!)
-A forgotten sigh of relief fell unoticed from her lips, as she sturggled beneath the beast's belly. But with the help of Rage, she was able to gain some power, and got her hinds beneath him.-
Keep a hold on him, Rage....I'm going to try anf flip'im..
-And this she did, as she used almost all the power in her massive thighs, used as a natural lever to repel the threat. Harder and harder she pushed...hopefully doing some good-
::And Darkness Shall::
:Furious was he....Skepei....as he felt the crimson form lossing its battle against the ganging up. How furious. Too furious. A huge releasign of poison was released right into the gaze and visage of the silv, even as he struggled to be released. But his last limbs, he....Skepei...knew were bound. His tail, her tail, new were bounded. He felt himself going back, still spitting, furious, even as he felt the beginings of his spine touch the floor. Why was he fighting this? He...Skepei....did not comprehend. If they wasnted to kill him, go ahead, metal or not. That would only sting for a moon's stay, but the damage done to her within would be permanent, and aid to he. A smile, but still he struggled. Make this worth her while. Spine met terra, twisting and wriggling in attempt of freedom. More spits of poison, straight up, falling like rain. But not so potent, if they knew. A body could only generate so much. A smile hidden beneatha warring grimace. Even talons functioned, digging through the scales of the other that dared hold him. Poison seeped, though not as potent. But poison seeped. He would not go down without a fight::
*Breath Chaos. Breathe Death.*
*What? Why was he so joyful of his predicament, she could feel the bliss surging in him. Frantically, at least her preception of frantically, she scanned the blurred looking, curious as to why he was so content on his spine. On her spine. Thinking, she did, as she layed their, wounded. Why? What was going on? How would they kill him? Why was Skepei so happy, that even faint glows of light would tease the pitch of her confinement*
*Still she thinks, witnessing and feeling the struggle between....what? Three...yes. Her darling, but now grom Reaver, and a true friend. But Why?*
*Orbs had since dimmed, electrifying gold sombered and plagued. Breathing was shuddering, nasty pulses of nasty air. The world was crumbling around her, falling sometimes.....this is what she felt. Hot all of a sudden. Too hot. And there it was....the answer. Her scream ripped apart her prison, echoing to her scarred ears*
They're gonna kill me!
*Was she really that shocked? No......no.....*
-How Silver Lit the Skies-
-They had done it. Rage had his back, and she had the tail. That only left to arms, though lethally armed with the treacherous talons. A secret grin came to her, though it looked like a though of disgust, almost true to the feeling that was traveling within her. Light-headed she felt. Swaying, it seemed. How cold it was. But nevermind. They were too close to ending this, and end it they shall....even if it cost her life-
-She worried though for her Lord, who might have also breathed in some of the adulterated air. Care for herself, she did not. Only a life of a nomad did she have to return to. But he....a father, a mate, and a ruler. She worried for him. But again, no time.-
-With haste, she threw herself upon Skepei's left limb, restraining, and praying no talon touched her stomach. She alsready had a nice inhalation of it, and some of her paws. She shivered, but kept strong. Her voice then traveled, weakened, and bordering on hoarse....she could hardly breathe-
Azriel! Keep hi....him down, M'L-Lord. CS....c-come, then Azriel can strike! Get-t-t the other arm....hur-
-She couldn't finish her thought. Her throat burned....how cold she was...-
*Breathe Chaos. Breathe Death*
*How silent were her prayers, beneath the jejune blanket of closed lids. Stars filled her gaze now, blue and red, burning in all their sacred glory, in the mind of the imaginative...in the mind's of the believers. And what faces she so...loves of now, loves of then, loves for all eternity. She was ready to die. She believed....always had. And what a smile kissed her lips, as her breathing shallowed, almost calmed. The rouge was calm....she was ready to die*
::And Darkness Shall::
:Feel one arm restraint, aye, he did. But other free. He attempted to claw at the silv muddler with blind accuracy, and at an ill angle. The end was soon coming....and he would love every minute of it:
Your death comes my sweet Catastrafy.....savor it. I know I will....
:Words only to her. He....Skepei....murder, conquerer, disease. He laughed:
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