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Date Posted: 18:07:17 01/22/03 Wed
In reply to:
Azriel
's message, "His face was grim as he approached the pinned body of his mate." on 13:00:17 01/22/03 Wed
::And Darkness Shall::
:He....Skepei...choked some, as he felt the smoothen metal cascade beneath, it hurt. But what was more strange, easily outdoing the sobs of his throat, was the laughing that echoed out of it. Broken speach he...Skepei....spoke. Aye, he did:
F-Foolsss....do you know what you've j-just done? You c-can't. But to give you a hint....you've done a great j-justice for me....aye ya did. Maybe another would like to that ya....
:The chuckling had rekindled, but now seemed distant and resounding, more than purely there. Other things were changing was well, as the disease, the darkness, the killer, let himself....Skepei....sink back. Perfect, nay? Aye. Let the muddlers know who've they really hurt. Ink subsides....gold rises. To she only:
See how much he loves you....
*Breathe Chaos. Breathe Death*
See how much he loves you...
*What? From spinal laying in her prison, lookers closed, soul stuck in a place long forgotten and humble, the dragoness suddenly felt a sensation of suction. It grew stronger and stronger, adding to her pain. The pai grew. She grew. The pain grew. His laughter...damn his laughter. It was thick, and frothy as she felt her figure propelled to great heights, filling space, and the pain growing.*
*And then it came. Auds her a scream so pleading, so blood-shaken, that it rattled her own wits. And then clearer times approached. Figure emerged, shape seemed dominant. Gold seemed true, weak but true. Such pain. Her maw was open, tongue flailing and raped in crimson. The scream was hers. The scream was hers! The red beaut screamed, a sickening bellow to rock the most sound foundations*
*All was clear now. Many about...holding her down. Soul Reaver.....Rage....and....and....*
Az....Azriel....?
*The inqquiry was a blank one, as she eyed her azure soldier, yes, the one that held a dagger to her heart, the same dagger a restraint paw wished to caress, to prove this was no nightmare. But it wasn't....how true it was. A convulsion rocked her form. Hysterics bound by the bondage she woke to fidn herself woven in. More blood spilled.....hadn't she'd been emptied by now? She guessed not, for their it feel*
*A broken smile smoothed her labrums, filthy of another beings fowl kisses of horror. And how clear everything was. Clearer than any days before this....years. I guess that's how death was....especially at a love's hands. And to a love, her split, barren gaze found, question leaking from them along with silent horror, and an undying love. Yes. An undying love. And its funny, now that she thought about it. They always did say.....love hurts.*
Azriel...
*Her last words, indeed these would be. To overwhelmed, anyway, had her mouth become to produce any more sounds except croons and gurgles. Vision was growing haze, heart was stopping. Stopping under the pressure of a cursed blade. It hurt....but the struggle was fading, and so was she. Finally, the end had come.*
*A concluding glance around, eyes glazed with waters of natural reaction. All looked batterd, worn. Almost as tired as she, and she was oh so tired. Lookers swept to all- mate, child, children. Especially Fyeren. To him, a look eerily roseate for such a ill condition. A grin. A wink. It was done*
*And it was. Organ of life finally became shirk to its duties, failing to produce the rounds of blood needed to proved the stimulus of living. The art of breath. The craft of vision. It was over. And once again, thrice had it been, that eyes fell to azure knight. A love like no other, and perhaps a father, a provider, a counselor, and a lover like none to come. She said she would always give her life to him, for whatever reason at all....and damn it....here it was.*
*The end.....*
::And Darkness Shall::
:Only a few seconds past, before any sound came atall. He...Skepei....had been busy feeding on the life that still huddled in the red liquid of creation. But finally swallow, he did, and voice rang out to all:
Didn't that feel good, dark dragon? Make her eat those nasty words said about you....good boy. And with that, I believe you deserve quite a treat for the great task you have done for me....saving me so much eating time.
:A snicker, as a dark form entered his mind, menacing and sickly, though not taking over as he had done. Finicky he was...this dragons blood was not his type. Nay. Twas just a brief visit, where words could continue. Continue to all, actually...he liked to keep lines open:
So would you all like? A cookie, her heart.....or her s-o-u-l?
:Laughter. Horrid, beautiful, toxic laughter:
(no time to spell check. we'll be back on after studying. big big big test tomorrow!!!!!!)
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